Sword of Perdition (Log)
Another Kit/Morgan scene in which Morgan bestows a 'gift' upon Kityana, tempting her to join the 'dark side' so to speak..
Heartless Castle - High Tower
Arching around the outside of the castle, the high tower is composed of a wide platform that curves around the wall of the castle, one side protected by high, gold guilted guardrails while the other is covered in brilliant marble of a pinkish hue. A set of golden steps leads ever upwards, towards the nearby Chapel that is shrouded in darkness. There is also another liftstop here, leading into the dungeons, and another arched doorway leading into the chambers or personal quarters of the residents here. Beyond the railing, is endless deep blue sky, and lofty white clouds that sit like soft cotton candy over the endless horizon.
Contents:
Morgan
Obvious exits:
[leads to 'Heartless Castle - Chapel']
[leads to 'Heartless Castle - Dungeon']
[leads to 'Heartless Castle - Chambers']
[leads to 'Heartless Castle - High Balcony']
She felt especially sick today.
And her dreams, let us not get into those.
For morgan had risen and stayed awake for most of what could be considered 'night' in the Bastion. Which is likely all the time.. but there is surely a cycle of sleep, right? Right. DO Heartless /sleep/..? Perhaps.. some of the sane ones, especially. But Morgan has found no such solace for awhile and like a svelte little ghost, has wandered the halls and vestibules of the castle with barely a care. White robes ripple, an especially white shock of hair does the very same... and with hollow silver eyes and a slump in her gait, the young woman looks every bit as lost as she feels.
The dreams were strange again. Of hallways she cannot name but for some reason recognizes. Of faces, of sounds, of love lost even when the faces are strange. Morgan could not bear thinking of it all again...
Lowering her body beneath a large painting -- one of many to adorn the archaic halls close to the chambers --- the young Shadow Lord settles ivory fingers across her knees..
*
Kityana was always restless in sleep...But tonight ,she is even more restless - and who can blame her? Sleeping in a creepy, cold, dark castle such as this is bound to unnerve any normal person, and for Kitty, who is hardly normal, there were just way too many nooks and crannies to explore. But more than that, something that Morgan had told her made her want to sneak out by herself, to unravel more of those mysteries if she could. Sadly, Kit's never been much for sneaking around in places where she doesnt belong..
The large, ancient hall attracts her rather naturally, decked out as it is with various ancient paintings and chandeliers and trap doors and what not, though for all her sneaking around and peering and poking at paintings, as she spots a shadowy figure further up ahead, she turns and back traps her steps, hurrying her pace in hopes of not getting caught..Sadly, in her haste to not be seen, she ends up tripping and falling over an unseen object on the shadowy ground, causing her to let out a startled yelp before she stumbles to the ground, creating lots of noise that to wake even the dead perhaps..
"Uh....Darnit!! My fooot!!" she grumbles, rubbing her sore appendage.
*
Then there's Kityana.
Morgan would have to be deaf AND stunned to not pick up on the fact that twinkletoes over there made her graceful entrance. :3
Perking her white head, the pensive 'elf' glances to the side.. really not TOO startled by Kityana's arrival but... curious. What could she be doing at this hour..? Snooping?! GWAH. Rising slowly with little to no noise subsequently, Morgan turns and leans forth.. squinting down the dark hall to see where the young knightess has gotten to. "Kityana..?" She chimes, looking to and fro. Then, the writhing lump up ahead. There she be! Weird thing is, though..
Morgan replays the sounds of the fall in her head, unable to resist noting the.. humorous sequence of Kitty's tumble. The sound, especially.. she REALLY doesn't want to admit that it SOUNDED funny! A slight smile teases the channeler's pale face, and she merely moves ahead to see if Kitty is alright.
"Are you okay..?" She queries, upon arriving alongside Kitty.. kneeling to peeks at her.
*
"Owowowwowowowwww! I think in TWISTED my ankle!! Darn it! I hate that!!" well, no, Kit's always been a hardy breed, and her ankle's already feeling better thankfully. In fact, she can still stand on it within a matter of minutes. The only thing that's hurt now really is her pride. "Ahh, I think it's okay but...Gee whiz, that totally sucked!!!" she maeks a face, then glances over at Morgan, realizing who it is. "AaAhhh!! Morgan! Gee, I wasnt spying on ya, really! Just...Uh...Enjoying a moonlit walk! Yeah!!" she chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of her head as she peers outside one of the frosty windows, "Boy the moon sure is pretty outside..And this castle is even more impressive at night..So like, what're you doin' up still?"
*
"Can't sleep." Morgan smiles, visibly relieved that the knightess is okay. Really, she had no doubts.. but that was one HELL of a spill! Part of her was scared that a Heartless accosted her. Alas..
"So I just keep myself occupied with wandering.. looking around... there's always soemthing new here." Morgan states, though she hides the saddened connotations. A new dungeon occupant, a new lost soull oh yes, LOTS of new stuff! Her guilty conscience rumbles again, like an impending storm. She'd hate for Kitty to get hurt by one of the less-than-savory occupants in this place.
Then something stirs, in her mind... a clash yet.. an idea in itself. The goodness in her wishes to protect Kityana.. and the evil, that is by all means NOT her.. would do so as well if not out of his OWN means. But it IS a good idea.. no harm would come from it, right...?
"... Kityana.. you enjoy the art of swordsplay, don't you..? I really haven't asked you what you like about being a knight.. is it your calling, do you think..?"
*
Kityana grins, still gazing up at a particular picture of one pale skinned woman dressed in a long black cloak and holding a long, menacing looking staff. Her long hair pulled up into ornate horns beneath a black cap of sorts. To those familiar with her, she is the dreaded Maleficent. To Kitty's innocent eyes however, she is a beautiful mysterious woman, one that has her all the more intrigued, "Oh wow, these paintings are SO amazing! I wonder who drew 'em all! Must've taken ages! they're SO COOL!!!! Gee, Morgan, do ya know who this one is? there's no name at the bottom! She looks totally awesome though! I'll bet she's some kinda beautiful princess or something...."
She pauses as Morgan speaks again, tilting her head a little as she watches her. What a strange and beautiful girl she is and yet so full of mysteries! Perhaps one day Kitty will get to unravel them all!! But for now...."Hmmm, I dunno, I guess my parents were both SOLDIERS working for ShinRa..Then Sir Cary was a Holy Knight who protected innocents..I guess it was just natural that I should follow after being brought up by knights and soldiers."
She grins, pulling her hands behind her head, stretching them a little and yawning, "But I guess what I like the most about it is the thrill of the fight, when you defeat a monster, or protect an innocent and know that you can make a change in the world..That you're strong enough to take on anyone and that you dont have to be afraid of anyone as long as you're strong...Someday I wanna be as strong as my dad was, then I'll travel the world and have exciting adventures and meet lots of people and fight 'em and come out the strongest in the world." she grins, rubbing the back of her neck tiredly, "Someday I'd like to help little kids, protect them from the monsters in the night, I'll be a hero just like my mom and Cary were. Then they wont have to be afraid anymore..I guess I have lots of dreams, but I'm really just a clumsy kid. I guess I still have a long way to go..."
*
An inward STAB. HOLY KNIGHT!? Morgan feels a stab of pain at that.. definitely regret. God, Malachy.. what are you doing?! To take interest in one who was following a Holy Knight, who has /virtues/.. the girl goes a slight shade paler.
Protect an innocent... change the world..
Morgan's innards /churn/ and throb, and she feels something hot in her throat. Perhaps the bile in her stomach rising up at the sickening feeling that has suddenly appeared. Pressing a hand to her stomach, Morgan clears her throat..
... to protect children and be a hero..
She can't take it, not much longer. She MUST.. /MUST/ get Kityana out of this hateful place. It's /time/. Whatever shred of will she has left, she will not let Malachy win this one, alas.. there is only one thing left to do. For all the pain she felt, Morgan's sad eyes glistened once with mirth and her face held a serene smile. "That's.. so venerable.. it truly is. I respect that, Kityana.. I wish I had that courage." That's true, in many ways. Courage. "I think there's a way I can help you.. meet that dream.." The graceful girl states thoughtfully.
Then the painting.. Morgan looked up, belatedly, and nodded to that and the man others in the hall. "These were lords of this castle.. nobles, leaders.... different generations." She explains, looking at each picture BUT one, a few feet down from Maleficents. She /refuses/... looks sickened by it. "This woman was one of the strongest, and most beauteous of them all.."
*
Ahh, such an innocent, Naieve girl. Yet, for all the harsh realities she has seen and lived through, Kit remains somehow all the more innocent and blind to the true evils of the world. Thanks in part to the protection offered her by both Cary and Kuro, both a good and bad thing. She turns to gaze at the other portraits in turn, a look of amazement crossing her face, "Wow, this must be a really old castle, Morgan, so like, when do I get t'meet all yer other friends? You must be like, royalty yourself or something! Oh! Hey, are you like, a princess or something too? That'd be like, totally cool!" she grins at the thought, peering back at Morgan, Oh definitely, she certainly looks like she could be!
"Hmmm? What's this? So like, you think you can help me?" her crimson eyes light up with interest now, taking a step closer to Morgan, "Really? How? Do you think you can make me strong too....Like Cary? I wanna make him proud, but it's so difficult..I know I'm such a clutz sometimes but I'll try extra hard!"
*
"Princess... perhaps in a perfect world.." Morgan winks. "I am but a denizen, my friend... I know of a few people here, though." She chances a glance towards a few other portraits; one of a stout, disgruntled man who looks like a true conoisseur of society; a cranky looking woman with a high-necked, black lace bodice and then.. a man with demonic features. Cruel eyes, an aquiline face and beautiful hands. Frowning at Malachy's portrait from life, she looks back to Kityana solemnly. If only to protect her.. perhaps this may work. Give her some of her OWN aura... mask the holy with the dark to keep those rats from accosting her. She can only pray, though...
.. pray that Kityana's will is strong.
"Here.. just like this.." Morgan trails off, her slate eyes brightening to glistening pools of silver. Slender hands gave rise, fingers curving around some invisible cylinder; and with a heaving of breath... as if second nature.. Morgan twists and weaves the Darkness into a malleable, tangible object. The shape of a long, slender blade fizzling into her palms. Graceful, yet wrought with so many sinister planes and angles. The entire expanse of the weapon looking akin to onyx... notes of silver dancing around the scaled hilt whilst the blade itself -- slick and black with purplish 'flames' dancing low at the bottom, inside of the cutting edge itself -- becomes whole. Lifting the fierce weapon, Morgan offers it to Kityana. "This is the Sword of Perdition.." She breathes, her eyes still bright and intense. The sister blade of her own, the sword of Inquietude. Though, much more sinister.. made that way by Malachy's very thoughts. "It contains Darkness, and that may be key to facing the Heartless cause. I just advise you.. be careful with it.."
*
"Wow.....For me...?" crimson eyes widen in surprise and silent awe as she gazes down at the blade, running her hands over its inky black surface..And yet at first touch, it seems to crackle with an almost stinging sensation as if reacting to what little holy energy that the young Holy knight may have accomplished in her intsense training sessions with Cary. "This is.......So cool! Morgan, can I really have it? Do ya think it'll make me stronger? Woah, this is like......So....Awesome!!!" she laughs, reaching out to grab the sword in her hand, feeling its immense energy coursing instantly through her veins..And yet..Something else, something uncertain, mysterious....Dark...Perhaps she is just nervous at such a grand weapon, or is it..Something else? There is just the slightest flicker of anxiety in her eyes as she tests the weapon, swinging it in the air a few times so that it slices the air with perfect strokes. And she smiles to herself. What luck..If only her father could see her now...
"Yes, this is perfect! I dont have to be afraid of anyone any longer! And....Maybe now I can go through Middleverse and search for my dad! I just know with this power I can find him no problem!! thanks Morgan!!"
*
"I'll take you back to familiar ground in the morning, I promise.. this has been another place to see, another place to remember and chalk up to your experience..." Morgan states, smiling but inwardly wanting to weep. "This place comes with a price, Kityana.. it will make you appear as one of the Heartless, if you wield it. That way, they won't know what hit them. But be warned, keep it concealed if you go anywhere, where people can detect it... you will be mistaken. Do not forget your own weapons, either... and use discretion with this one. It is.. strong... it will protect you." She states softly, her hair wisping slightly in an ominous breeze.
"But yes, it will be time for you to go back out into the world and test it.. hone your skills, Kityana. Use this blade for protection only... please." She smiles kindly, but still feels tortured. Malachy jeers softly into her ear, nonetheless... and she tries so hard to faze it out.
As the blade is swung, perhaps Kityana may notice the almost /fluid/ ease of movement with it. A soft, warbling hum follows the weapon with each strike. "Using it at night is best... some cannot even see it's strike."
*
The End…For now..
Heartless Castle - High Tower
Arching around the outside of the castle, the high tower is composed of a wide platform that curves around the wall of the castle, one side protected by high, gold guilted guardrails while the other is covered in brilliant marble of a pinkish hue. A set of golden steps leads ever upwards, towards the nearby Chapel that is shrouded in darkness. There is also another liftstop here, leading into the dungeons, and another arched doorway leading into the chambers or personal quarters of the residents here. Beyond the railing, is endless deep blue sky, and lofty white clouds that sit like soft cotton candy over the endless horizon.
Contents:
Morgan
Obvious exits:
[leads to 'Heartless Castle - Chapel']
[leads to 'Heartless Castle - Dungeon']
[leads to 'Heartless Castle - Chambers']
[leads to 'Heartless Castle - High Balcony']
She felt especially sick today.
And her dreams, let us not get into those.
For morgan had risen and stayed awake for most of what could be considered 'night' in the Bastion. Which is likely all the time.. but there is surely a cycle of sleep, right? Right. DO Heartless /sleep/..? Perhaps.. some of the sane ones, especially. But Morgan has found no such solace for awhile and like a svelte little ghost, has wandered the halls and vestibules of the castle with barely a care. White robes ripple, an especially white shock of hair does the very same... and with hollow silver eyes and a slump in her gait, the young woman looks every bit as lost as she feels.
The dreams were strange again. Of hallways she cannot name but for some reason recognizes. Of faces, of sounds, of love lost even when the faces are strange. Morgan could not bear thinking of it all again...
Lowering her body beneath a large painting -- one of many to adorn the archaic halls close to the chambers --- the young Shadow Lord settles ivory fingers across her knees..
*
Kityana was always restless in sleep...But tonight ,she is even more restless - and who can blame her? Sleeping in a creepy, cold, dark castle such as this is bound to unnerve any normal person, and for Kitty, who is hardly normal, there were just way too many nooks and crannies to explore. But more than that, something that Morgan had told her made her want to sneak out by herself, to unravel more of those mysteries if she could. Sadly, Kit's never been much for sneaking around in places where she doesnt belong..
The large, ancient hall attracts her rather naturally, decked out as it is with various ancient paintings and chandeliers and trap doors and what not, though for all her sneaking around and peering and poking at paintings, as she spots a shadowy figure further up ahead, she turns and back traps her steps, hurrying her pace in hopes of not getting caught..Sadly, in her haste to not be seen, she ends up tripping and falling over an unseen object on the shadowy ground, causing her to let out a startled yelp before she stumbles to the ground, creating lots of noise that to wake even the dead perhaps..
"Uh....Darnit!! My fooot!!" she grumbles, rubbing her sore appendage.
*
Then there's Kityana.
Morgan would have to be deaf AND stunned to not pick up on the fact that twinkletoes over there made her graceful entrance. :3
Perking her white head, the pensive 'elf' glances to the side.. really not TOO startled by Kityana's arrival but... curious. What could she be doing at this hour..? Snooping?! GWAH. Rising slowly with little to no noise subsequently, Morgan turns and leans forth.. squinting down the dark hall to see where the young knightess has gotten to. "Kityana..?" She chimes, looking to and fro. Then, the writhing lump up ahead. There she be! Weird thing is, though..
Morgan replays the sounds of the fall in her head, unable to resist noting the.. humorous sequence of Kitty's tumble. The sound, especially.. she REALLY doesn't want to admit that it SOUNDED funny! A slight smile teases the channeler's pale face, and she merely moves ahead to see if Kitty is alright.
"Are you okay..?" She queries, upon arriving alongside Kitty.. kneeling to peeks at her.
*
"Owowowwowowowwww! I think in TWISTED my ankle!! Darn it! I hate that!!" well, no, Kit's always been a hardy breed, and her ankle's already feeling better thankfully. In fact, she can still stand on it within a matter of minutes. The only thing that's hurt now really is her pride. "Ahh, I think it's okay but...Gee whiz, that totally sucked!!!" she maeks a face, then glances over at Morgan, realizing who it is. "AaAhhh!! Morgan! Gee, I wasnt spying on ya, really! Just...Uh...Enjoying a moonlit walk! Yeah!!" she chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of her head as she peers outside one of the frosty windows, "Boy the moon sure is pretty outside..And this castle is even more impressive at night..So like, what're you doin' up still?"
*
"Can't sleep." Morgan smiles, visibly relieved that the knightess is okay. Really, she had no doubts.. but that was one HELL of a spill! Part of her was scared that a Heartless accosted her. Alas..
"So I just keep myself occupied with wandering.. looking around... there's always soemthing new here." Morgan states, though she hides the saddened connotations. A new dungeon occupant, a new lost soull oh yes, LOTS of new stuff! Her guilty conscience rumbles again, like an impending storm. She'd hate for Kitty to get hurt by one of the less-than-savory occupants in this place.
Then something stirs, in her mind... a clash yet.. an idea in itself. The goodness in her wishes to protect Kityana.. and the evil, that is by all means NOT her.. would do so as well if not out of his OWN means. But it IS a good idea.. no harm would come from it, right...?
"... Kityana.. you enjoy the art of swordsplay, don't you..? I really haven't asked you what you like about being a knight.. is it your calling, do you think..?"
*
Kityana grins, still gazing up at a particular picture of one pale skinned woman dressed in a long black cloak and holding a long, menacing looking staff. Her long hair pulled up into ornate horns beneath a black cap of sorts. To those familiar with her, she is the dreaded Maleficent. To Kitty's innocent eyes however, she is a beautiful mysterious woman, one that has her all the more intrigued, "Oh wow, these paintings are SO amazing! I wonder who drew 'em all! Must've taken ages! they're SO COOL!!!! Gee, Morgan, do ya know who this one is? there's no name at the bottom! She looks totally awesome though! I'll bet she's some kinda beautiful princess or something...."
She pauses as Morgan speaks again, tilting her head a little as she watches her. What a strange and beautiful girl she is and yet so full of mysteries! Perhaps one day Kitty will get to unravel them all!! But for now...."Hmmm, I dunno, I guess my parents were both SOLDIERS working for ShinRa..Then Sir Cary was a Holy Knight who protected innocents..I guess it was just natural that I should follow after being brought up by knights and soldiers."
She grins, pulling her hands behind her head, stretching them a little and yawning, "But I guess what I like the most about it is the thrill of the fight, when you defeat a monster, or protect an innocent and know that you can make a change in the world..That you're strong enough to take on anyone and that you dont have to be afraid of anyone as long as you're strong...Someday I wanna be as strong as my dad was, then I'll travel the world and have exciting adventures and meet lots of people and fight 'em and come out the strongest in the world." she grins, rubbing the back of her neck tiredly, "Someday I'd like to help little kids, protect them from the monsters in the night, I'll be a hero just like my mom and Cary were. Then they wont have to be afraid anymore..I guess I have lots of dreams, but I'm really just a clumsy kid. I guess I still have a long way to go..."
*
An inward STAB. HOLY KNIGHT!? Morgan feels a stab of pain at that.. definitely regret. God, Malachy.. what are you doing?! To take interest in one who was following a Holy Knight, who has /virtues/.. the girl goes a slight shade paler.
Protect an innocent... change the world..
Morgan's innards /churn/ and throb, and she feels something hot in her throat. Perhaps the bile in her stomach rising up at the sickening feeling that has suddenly appeared. Pressing a hand to her stomach, Morgan clears her throat..
... to protect children and be a hero..
She can't take it, not much longer. She MUST.. /MUST/ get Kityana out of this hateful place. It's /time/. Whatever shred of will she has left, she will not let Malachy win this one, alas.. there is only one thing left to do. For all the pain she felt, Morgan's sad eyes glistened once with mirth and her face held a serene smile. "That's.. so venerable.. it truly is. I respect that, Kityana.. I wish I had that courage." That's true, in many ways. Courage. "I think there's a way I can help you.. meet that dream.." The graceful girl states thoughtfully.
Then the painting.. Morgan looked up, belatedly, and nodded to that and the man others in the hall. "These were lords of this castle.. nobles, leaders.... different generations." She explains, looking at each picture BUT one, a few feet down from Maleficents. She /refuses/... looks sickened by it. "This woman was one of the strongest, and most beauteous of them all.."
*
Ahh, such an innocent, Naieve girl. Yet, for all the harsh realities she has seen and lived through, Kit remains somehow all the more innocent and blind to the true evils of the world. Thanks in part to the protection offered her by both Cary and Kuro, both a good and bad thing. She turns to gaze at the other portraits in turn, a look of amazement crossing her face, "Wow, this must be a really old castle, Morgan, so like, when do I get t'meet all yer other friends? You must be like, royalty yourself or something! Oh! Hey, are you like, a princess or something too? That'd be like, totally cool!" she grins at the thought, peering back at Morgan, Oh definitely, she certainly looks like she could be!
"Hmmm? What's this? So like, you think you can help me?" her crimson eyes light up with interest now, taking a step closer to Morgan, "Really? How? Do you think you can make me strong too....Like Cary? I wanna make him proud, but it's so difficult..I know I'm such a clutz sometimes but I'll try extra hard!"
*
"Princess... perhaps in a perfect world.." Morgan winks. "I am but a denizen, my friend... I know of a few people here, though." She chances a glance towards a few other portraits; one of a stout, disgruntled man who looks like a true conoisseur of society; a cranky looking woman with a high-necked, black lace bodice and then.. a man with demonic features. Cruel eyes, an aquiline face and beautiful hands. Frowning at Malachy's portrait from life, she looks back to Kityana solemnly. If only to protect her.. perhaps this may work. Give her some of her OWN aura... mask the holy with the dark to keep those rats from accosting her. She can only pray, though...
.. pray that Kityana's will is strong.
"Here.. just like this.." Morgan trails off, her slate eyes brightening to glistening pools of silver. Slender hands gave rise, fingers curving around some invisible cylinder; and with a heaving of breath... as if second nature.. Morgan twists and weaves the Darkness into a malleable, tangible object. The shape of a long, slender blade fizzling into her palms. Graceful, yet wrought with so many sinister planes and angles. The entire expanse of the weapon looking akin to onyx... notes of silver dancing around the scaled hilt whilst the blade itself -- slick and black with purplish 'flames' dancing low at the bottom, inside of the cutting edge itself -- becomes whole. Lifting the fierce weapon, Morgan offers it to Kityana. "This is the Sword of Perdition.." She breathes, her eyes still bright and intense. The sister blade of her own, the sword of Inquietude. Though, much more sinister.. made that way by Malachy's very thoughts. "It contains Darkness, and that may be key to facing the Heartless cause. I just advise you.. be careful with it.."
*
"Wow.....For me...?" crimson eyes widen in surprise and silent awe as she gazes down at the blade, running her hands over its inky black surface..And yet at first touch, it seems to crackle with an almost stinging sensation as if reacting to what little holy energy that the young Holy knight may have accomplished in her intsense training sessions with Cary. "This is.......So cool! Morgan, can I really have it? Do ya think it'll make me stronger? Woah, this is like......So....Awesome!!!" she laughs, reaching out to grab the sword in her hand, feeling its immense energy coursing instantly through her veins..And yet..Something else, something uncertain, mysterious....Dark...Perhaps she is just nervous at such a grand weapon, or is it..Something else? There is just the slightest flicker of anxiety in her eyes as she tests the weapon, swinging it in the air a few times so that it slices the air with perfect strokes. And she smiles to herself. What luck..If only her father could see her now...
"Yes, this is perfect! I dont have to be afraid of anyone any longer! And....Maybe now I can go through Middleverse and search for my dad! I just know with this power I can find him no problem!! thanks Morgan!!"
*
"I'll take you back to familiar ground in the morning, I promise.. this has been another place to see, another place to remember and chalk up to your experience..." Morgan states, smiling but inwardly wanting to weep. "This place comes with a price, Kityana.. it will make you appear as one of the Heartless, if you wield it. That way, they won't know what hit them. But be warned, keep it concealed if you go anywhere, where people can detect it... you will be mistaken. Do not forget your own weapons, either... and use discretion with this one. It is.. strong... it will protect you." She states softly, her hair wisping slightly in an ominous breeze.
"But yes, it will be time for you to go back out into the world and test it.. hone your skills, Kityana. Use this blade for protection only... please." She smiles kindly, but still feels tortured. Malachy jeers softly into her ear, nonetheless... and she tries so hard to faze it out.
As the blade is swung, perhaps Kityana may notice the almost /fluid/ ease of movement with it. A soft, warbling hum follows the weapon with each strike. "Using it at night is best... some cannot even see it's strike."
*
The End…For now..