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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 10:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 10:33 pm
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Volkarosh naturally slunk to dark, secluded corners. It was a habit she'd picked up when - in the rare occasions where Ruelash's presence had actually bothered her - she'd needed to be alone. Lashy wasn't good at telling when she needed space, and so hiding became the most efficient option.
Her chin cupped in her hand, her gaze intent on the wood wall (but really nothing in particular), Volkarosh puzzled over a problem that grew more and more urgent with each passing week until...
Volkarosh was too smooth to startle. She merely looked up at her mother and allowed her to move beside her. Her hands felt nice in her hair, and Volkarosh found herself - to her surprise - leaning into it.
She knew that look. She almost smiled - she'd had to help her uncle with many a problem he couldn't stab. That had been what she'd done for some time, took care of him as he took care of her. She still did, sort of.
Maybe her mother could help.
"Mother..." she said, hesitating slightly as she assembled the words, "... When you chose to train in dual blades, how did you know that they were... right... for you?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 11:12 pm
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"Well you see, your Grandma is an assassin while Grandpa took the route of the sentinel, they put up with my super hyper tendancies and let me train as an outlet, so when I was old enough to choose a weapon, like when they actually let me touch them, they let me try both of their own weapons. I knew what I wanted was a sword instinctualy. But what I didn't know right off the bat was what kind. So I tried Mama's, I mean Grandma's twin blades, awkward at first as they were the first weapons I had tried right, heavy, solid. So then I tried Grandpa's single sword, bigger, a comforting presence that felt almost like a sheild between me and the world, but it was so big and unbalanced, forcing my body to conform to one side, two hands on one hilt. It just felt clunky to me. But I practiced more with both and soon came to find that it was the double balanced blades that let me flow like water, they felt like they could become a part of me, were a part of me, and that I would be better with them as I would be one with the flow of the forms instead of fighting the single sword to get it to do what I wanted."
Iroia cleared her throat. She didn't think she had ever talked about anything so much in her life.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 7:49 pm
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He WAS stealthy. Not always prone to exaggeration, but he did percieve things differently. Especially where it related to himself. One of Uncle Lashy's major flaws - he was not objective. Volka supposed she was objective enough for... everyone, really.
"Ah. Good." She said, sighing. She supposed that was her question answered, then. She still felt oddly uneasy, but... well, she had settled on it.
"Yes." she said, "The crossbow. The bolts. They are reliable. They are steady..." She hesitated, "... But a bow..." she stopped herself. She couldn't be wishy-washy about this. But... she also needed to decide, and soon. "Mm."
"Mother? Do you know where I can find a target range? Or a weaponsmith? I'd like to try out some practice weapons and choose them for myself. I feel like that would be best."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 8:03 pm
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Whoa. Volka stared at her mother, blinking a few times in rapid succession. She had never heard so many words pouring out at one time from anyone, let alone her mother, and it was taking a while to process it. Caught off guard, she shook off her startlement.
"Oh! I see. Then I should meet her." This Dyakida... How would she feel about hybrids such as herself? It would probably be fine if her mother thought so well of her. Likely, her father thought well of her two, as that was the only logical reason why her mother would know an Alkidike weaponsmith.
As for 'quieter than Auntie Kaa', just about anyone was. Auntie Kaa was loud and exhausting and Volka had no idea how she did it, and kept doing it, and how her father could handle having such a loud, energetic sister. However that worked.
"Yes, I think you mentioned those..." once, as far as Volka remembered, she'd heard something about them. "Remind me, what, aside from the gems, will be special about your blades?" She was, after all, professionally curious.
"Ah, mother -" She had just realized something, something that she wanted cleared up first. "You said she was an Alkidike, correct? The Alkidike only use bows, spears, and dual blades..." She knew that firsthand, her father was a dual blade (and on the path of the sacred heart, a magic using warrior if she remembered correctly) and Auntie Kaalnia was a spear-wielder (and an Amazon, apparently), and she knew of Alkidikes who rode beasts and wielded a bow (guardians? She wasn't entirely sure about them). "Would she have a crossbow for me to try out? Would she be willing to make one?"
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