When you make a mistake with metal,
you can melt things down and start anew
you can melt things down and start anew
Iron always smelled like home. Even when it was mixed with all the dust and sweat of the proud Solterran heat. The clashing of bodies was a symphony unlike any other, as she set down the crown she often wrapped around her skull. She drew the cloak and hung it on a worn rack in exchange for a blade that was not her own. It belonged to a friend of hers who frequented her shop. Her skill was only slightly rusty, unlike the base of the once proud metal sword. The hilt was worn, and flakes of gold had begun to slough off. It floated away like her memories so often did. Cordelia's small frame emerged from the darkened halls of the colosseum.
She squinted as the bright light of day assaulted her eyes and began to glimmer from the blade of the sword. The bodies of soldiers in training clashed, and created a heartbeat that sounded along with the clang of armor and blades. This was home to her. The crimson ground did not perturb the small, unassuming adventurer. Cordelia began to warm herself up. Each movement fluid, as though the blade were both an extension of her, and her partner of a dance. Each movement was detailed and precise, even when the body of another drew close to her, she was in complete control of the old, rusted blade.
"I didn't see you there." She commented, as though she were anything but in complete control of this dangerous weapon. An apologetic smile crept across her face, and her eyes softened as they tried to adjust her focus from her practice to the equine near her.
@Sabrina
<3
She squinted as the bright light of day assaulted her eyes and began to glimmer from the blade of the sword. The bodies of soldiers in training clashed, and created a heartbeat that sounded along with the clang of armor and blades. This was home to her. The crimson ground did not perturb the small, unassuming adventurer. Cordelia began to warm herself up. Each movement fluid, as though the blade were both an extension of her, and her partner of a dance. Each movement was detailed and precise, even when the body of another drew close to her, she was in complete control of the old, rusted blade.
"I didn't see you there." She commented, as though she were anything but in complete control of this dangerous weapon. An apologetic smile crept across her face, and her eyes softened as they tried to adjust her focus from her practice to the equine near her.
@Sabrina
<3
