[ She turns her face down as she laughs, like such a thing might be impolite. But surely to their observers, this is a good thing, she is speaking well with her interrogator. That must mean she is at least trying, is she not? ]
Well, from what I understand, neither of you were ever used to cannonade and cavalry.
[ But her tone is warm, either for the past that she was raised to, nostalgic, and it's easy to be so. She misses the days with her durgadal, training under the sun that made their blades shine brightly. Riding along the lines, encouraging her men with her pride and love for them. ]
It was a damned foolish choice on his behalf. It has no weight - you perhaps, or your friend, might suit well to a rapier... but him? A talwar at least. He needs something with swing. [ Shakes her head - cannot help herself, apparently. Always fussing, worrying. Taking people - broken, half held together things and making them her own. ] It was a good choice, though, to go for slicing someone's throat. I would not try it with another.
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Well, from what I understand, neither of you were ever used to cannonade and cavalry.
[ But her tone is warm, either for the past that she was raised to, nostalgic, and it's easy to be so. She misses the days with her durgadal, training under the sun that made their blades shine brightly. Riding along the lines, encouraging her men with her pride and love for them. ]
It was a damned foolish choice on his behalf. It has no weight - you perhaps, or your friend, might suit well to a rapier... but him? A talwar at least. He needs something with swing. [ Shakes her head - cannot help herself, apparently. Always fussing, worrying. Taking people - broken, half held together things and making them her own. ] It was a good choice, though, to go for slicing someone's throat. I would not try it with another.