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 Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:46 pm
Melchy stared with awe at the sword, and looked up excitedly as Calder told Taki how much it weighed. Katrina had wandered off a ways on her own to look at something a little more interesting. She was inspecting the maces and morningstars with an interest perhaps bordering on unhealthy.
"Cap'n!" Melchy chirped loudly, just short of yelling, shorting Katrina's train of thought out. "You lift that?" He pointed at the broadsword. Katrina frowned at it but nodded.
"I could, but it would make me more tired than carrying you around, bucko. That's too big of a sword for me. I like lighter blades. Those weren't very popular in the days of knights and armor."
Melchy had probably stopped listening and was now staring up at a suit of armor. "Metal man?" he asked, walking forward and poking at it curiously.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:58 pm
"I have one at home, but I'll stick with my one-handed blades. I learned a bit of swordwork before I left Faerie," he said, and moved on, leaving Taki and Melchy to their musing. "They look better when you need to go to a formal event that may or may not require self-defense," he added, chuckling faintly, but not joking.
Taki peered over at the armor Melchy was poking. "Nobody's in it, now..." he said, peering upwards, and already forming plans to make himself a set of armor out of cardboard when he got home.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:22 pm
"I carry mine all the time," Katrina answered, leaning over a velvet rope to better inspect some of the etched scrollwork on an ornamental dagger. "It's a habit of sorts, but on the seas you never really know who's going to come after you." She reached into a fold in her sash, where she often kept pencil and paper, and frowned. "I'd like to imitate this scrollwork on my blade. Calder, do you have paper and a pencil I can borrow so I can sketch it?"
Melchy looked up at the armor, a wicked grin spreading over his face when Taki mentioned it was empty at the moment. Without saying a word, he scampered closer and attempted to climb up the suit, with no regard for the lovely placard that read 'Please do not touch.' Hooray for illiteracy!
Katrina turned her head too late. "Melchizedek no!" But it was all over. The armour unbalanced, and Melchy fell backwards onto his backside, scampering back as the suit crashed around him.
The curator came sprinting, turning a face almost purple with rage on Katrina and Calder. "YOU TWO! I don't know what infernal curse you've brought on this place but get your spawn out!"
Katrina blinked. "But sir--"
"NOW!" Katrina looked hard at the man, hand almost going to her sword, but then snarled something under her breath, stalked over to Melchy, and picked him up. The boy was absolutely terrified, and snuggled into Katrina's chest as she turned and walked back over to Calder.
"I do sincerely apologize for all of this trouble, sir," she said. "I never meant for this to end so ridiculously. Perhaps we can meet again when this little bilgerat is older and learns his manners." Her voice was carefully controlled, but the lines around her lips when she stopped talking betrayed her tension.
Melchy was in for a lecture when he got home, and he got the feeling that he wouldn't be going out in public for quite some time.
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