A Work Of Art
With nothing but boredom to keep her company, she wandered the manor aimlessly. Two locations drew her attention with regularity. The first was the kitchen, for cookies and companionship. The second was the armory. Hours she spent during her confinement two years previous staring with childlike fascination at a particular sword encased.
The ornate iron tsuba shows no signs of scuffing. The silk crisscrossed about the handle is in pristine condition. Concealed beneath the ray skin and wood is a name etched in Japanese. It is a name of some reputation. To its owner, it is nothing more than a work of art. To the once enthralled beholder, it would mean more.
Bruce Wayne's adoptive granddaughter will receive a birthday package several days late. The note attached to the saya is simple.
"It wasn't meant to sit in a display case. -B"
The ornate iron tsuba shows no signs of scuffing. The silk crisscrossed about the handle is in pristine condition. Concealed beneath the ray skin and wood is a name etched in Japanese. It is a name of some reputation. To its owner, it is nothing more than a work of art. To the once enthralled beholder, it would mean more.
Bruce Wayne's adoptive granddaughter will receive a birthday package several days late. The note attached to the saya is simple.
"It wasn't meant to sit in a display case. -B"