This Axe is Dull..

She paused mid stroke of the blade down the roughened leather, not rising from where she was bent over some, and looking back at her wife still on the stairs of the carriage. She really should get Ella a fur from one of the trunks to keep warmer, even if damn well knew Ella could get her own fur from inside the carriage. You mean to tell me this might actually be the first vacation you've ever taken before?

Kaczor let that hang for a moment, a small frown starting to form on her features as she went back to honing the axe head again before testing it on her thumb again. It was more servicible now, and it was her own fault for not checking it before they left. She had told Benson to let her handle the logistics of packing, Benson had enough on his plate with hiring movers and transferring their new furniture and items into the newly purchased home. Only a few things were being packed and moved from the townhouse, but everything else had to be procured and set up.

It was move in weekend, and Kaczor could think of no better time for them to take a small trip, it would keep the both of them out of the hair of the people doing the work, and gave them some time to be still with one another. Might have to finally go talk to Malachai, if only to fuss about how he and I have much different ideas on how to take care of you appropriately. But, the man is your father, and I'd never try to knowingly start a fight. She paused as she looped the belt over her shoulder, loose, hefted, and smooth motioned through the first strike on the log, splitting it in half easily on the first go. I know that's a fight I would lose before it even started, and I'm not talking through magic either. Ella would pick the older man. Kaczor had no illusions of where she ranked on the scale of importance in her wife's eyes.

@Novella Tilani