If Camilla were more like her necromancer, upon picking up the sword she might have said fascinating. The metaphor is imperfect, since Palamedes would never realize just how carefully balanced this sword is, how powerful it feels in its wielder’s hand, but it conveys the girl’s wonder as she lifts it.
“Huh,” Cam says.
Camilla Hect could never be called sentimental, but oh, how good it feels to grip a pommel! Before she does anything further, though, she first checks the window in the door to ensure that no one is about. Assured that no one is coming to find her, she takes the sword in her hand again, and begins to move through exercises she had once completed every morning, but has not been able to do for nearly a year.
If one looks closely, one might even see that she is smiling.
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“Huh,” Cam says.
Camilla Hect could never be called sentimental, but oh, how good it feels to grip a pommel! Before she does anything further, though, she first checks the window in the door to ensure that no one is about. Assured that no one is coming to find her, she takes the sword in her hand again, and begins to move through exercises she had once completed every morning, but has not been able to do for nearly a year.
If one looks closely, one might even see that she is smiling.