One amongst many

Spider squints at the question. “meh…little bit.” they hold up a paw, making a small space between two toes. “maybe a bit more.” who keeps track of something like that anyway? “wait, really? you just wished for it!” a distant part of them knows he’s just joking, but in this moment, wishing for more height seems perfectly logical. scrunching their eyes shut and furrowing their brow, they begin to chant, “pleasepleaseplease grow bigger.” of course, this endeavour is abandoned the moment he lets them get their paws on his sword. stars, it’s big. heavy. Spider stumbles under the weight, goggling a little at the sheer size of the blade. who’d want such an unwieldy weapon? it takes a few minutes to adjust their grip, but when they do, they swing it very clumsily through the air and make slashing noises. it wobbles in their grip, waving back and forth without a modicum of technique; you’d never guess they’re a trained fighter. “on guard, Kea Carpatiucus.” nailed it. they (try to) point the blade at him, daring him to parry with their own dagger.