Bajie chuckled softly, taking the sheathed blade from her with a reverence that spoke volumes about the trust and bond between them. His eyes gleamed with pride and fondness as he looked at her, memories of their training and countless adventures flickering in his mind.
He stood up, slinging the blade across his back with practiced ease. The weight of it felt familiar and reassuring, like an old friend. Bajie knew the responsibility that came with handling such a finely crafted weapon, and he accepted it without hesitation.
He grinned, a playful light in his eyes as she listed their provisions.
@Little Flea
You've come a long way, haven't you?he mused, running a thumb along the intricate hilt of Razor's Edge.
I taught you well, but you've taken those lessons and turned them into something extraordinary.
He stood up, slinging the blade across his back with practiced ease. The weight of it felt familiar and reassuring, like an old friend. Bajie knew the responsibility that came with handling such a finely crafted weapon, and he accepted it without hesitation.
I'll keep it safe, don't worry,he said, meeting her gaze with a steady confidence.
And you, my dear, are far more dangerous with or without it.
He grinned, a playful light in his eyes as she listed their provisions.
Rotgut and jerky, naturally. Dried fruits and grains for popping—good choices. And as for that sugary fruit jerky, well, I think it would be a shame to leave without a little something sweet.
@Little Flea
06-17-2024, 12:10 PM
