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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 7:04 pm
Zia's head tilted with her hand as Nysa took what was meant to be a friendly hand shake and formally kissed her knuckles. Huh.
And then her face contorted into blatant confusion. "Hu-huh does he even know Princess Neptune well enough to be offensi-- nevermind." Alfheim could accidentally be offensive about anything.
But he produced something to get her attention that was much more interesting than her dumbass brother. Knight weaponry was her favorite.
"Aaaaah! It looks like a seashell," She gasped, leaning closer and holding her hands up just over it's surface as she inspected every detail too afraid to actually touch it.
"Amazing. Do you fence?" She asked, suddenly starry eyed over vague memories and Cavalier dreams.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 7:24 pm
Nysa would have kindly commented on Alfheim's insults if Z had not dismissed the matter to fawn over the sabre.
He still held it over the hands that clearly were itchy to touch, but too cautious to actually attempt such a feat. However, she inquired about his abilities. With a slight bowing out, he lowered the weapon aware from the practically twitching fingers above so he could curl his fingers into the base of the shell-hilt.
"'The Edge of the Tide' or 'Tide's Edge' for short is made of a solid seashell material. It is comparable to a decent metal when it comes to strength now, but the previous form was far more fragile."
Were the lilac haired girl to have her own weapon at hand, he might have taken an en garde stance, but instead he merely swiped the weapon to the side. "I have practiced fencing since childhood, but I will be the first to admit I do not have any real talent in the sport."
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