This Axe is Dull..

A fire it is then. She moved to the back of the carriage, pulling out the dried logs they had brought with them, along with the ace she had packed to help split them. Kaczor may have been raised in luxury, but she has grown up with a father who loved his hunting trips. She was accustomed to having to make a camp, and so when the question was asked, she paused there by the steps, before leaning down and stealing a short and sweet kiss from her wife, soft lips just barely seeking Ella's for a briefest of moments before she was turning to set up to split logs.

My father likes game hunting, and while I have a little more... artistic leaning hobbies, I learned from an early age that my father's love language was time spent together. As much as I may have disliked taking up a bow and stalking animals through brush, it was how my father showed me he loved me. The man can't say it to save his life, but he'll sit with my mother as she plays in the evenings. He hates her playing. But.. She heafted the axe and took a swing, the axe skittering off the edge a moment that made her stop before a second swing. .. this axe is dull. But, he loves her, so, he grits his teeth every flat note.

She ran her thumb along the blade, frowning, before she set the axe head down against her boot, pulling open her winter robes, deft fingers unlatching her belt, before a hand was placed flat against her abdomen, to prevent the tail from slapping her, and then a quick yank had the wide leather coming from from her slacks. A quick threading through the hammered metal, and she looped the leather around the foot of her boot, picking thr axe back up and running the edge along the unfinished side of the leather, honing the blade. What about you, did Valentius never take you on trips between your military service?

@Novella Tilani