Needle like puppy teeth were making way for adult teeth, and their lack of stability didn't help her grip at all. Someone walked in behind her, and she held on, glaring stubbornly at her big sister. Manon wasn't going to let her size hold her back! She would pick up the heavy stick! Until it slipped from her mouth, taking a milk tooth with it.
The shock alone had her blinking, a coppery tang filling her mouth briefly, she touched the hole with her tongue and flinched. It didn't hurt, it just felt... weird.
Finally she turned her attention back to her sister, mulling over the comment about them being heavy, "But it was the smallest stick I could find." Her head canted, and her rump hit the ground with a huff. How was she meant to practice if she couldn't even pick up the weapons to practice with? Her tail started to tap on the ground when Em asked her if Dad had told her stories. Probably, but she loved stories, and it wouldn't hurt her to hear it again. "I can't remember..." she wheedled, eyes widening in a silent plea. Anything to take her mind off the hole where her puppy tooth had just been.
"speech"
