Of all things, she grabs the curved wooden blade, most like an officer's sabre or naval cutlass. She takes a moment to pace it, view it fully extended, turn and twist its motions in her hand. She hums. "It will do."
Then she selects a much shorter stick for her left hand in the same way... Before pausing and putting it back. "No. Not quite."
A free hand might be useful. Or she might be setting herself up for failure.
She handles it firmly, like the tool designed to sever someone from their life that it pretends to be, and keeps most of her profile behind the blade, turning her head to look Link in the eyes.
She salutes with the blade, returning easily to the guard position.
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Date: 2024-12-17 09:56 am (UTC)Then she selects a much shorter stick for her left hand in the same way... Before pausing and putting it back. "No. Not quite."
A free hand might be useful. Or she might be setting herself up for failure.
She handles it firmly, like the tool designed to sever someone from their life that it pretends to be, and keeps most of her profile behind the blade, turning her head to look Link in the eyes.
She salutes with the blade, returning easily to the guard position.