Selene grimaced and scrunched her face as Iskandor tried to sqwuish her into Citadel. She stuck her tongue out at him until he attention was fully caught by Wylan.
She sidled up to the display of knives, her bright pink eyes wide with wonder. She watched as Citadel picked up one and waved it around, then another. She tried too. She picked one up, her dexterous paws already trying to hold it and spin it around but it tumbled out of her unpracticed grasp. She had leaped backward instinctively to make sure the blade fell free. She pulled it back up and felt it was far too big and heavy. She picked up another one and it was much lighter. The blade was sharp on both sides.
She picked up another one and felt the weight was closer to the center of the knife as a whole. The blade was long and thin and she liked the way it swished!
"I like how long and thin this one is! And how light!" She declared.
