Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5704503-20151217033810/@comment-27128326-20160110081458

The Ocean Dancer gazed at his sheathed blade. The handle had a similar embroidary and tsuba. Deciding to not annoy him with talk of movies, he sat down beside him, looking at the side of his face as he read.

"Hey, Spark, I like your weapon," she said, admiring the handle, similar to the ones her hometown has for their swords, "When'd you make that weapon?"

While she was silly and eccentric at first, her voice was now genuine, curious, and intrigued.