Guileless Son, I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
Catalina trailed slightly behind, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as she followed him to the armory. His words were reassuring, and the small smile he gave eased some of the tension she felt in her chest. The mention of avoiding paperwork made her smile, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. At least she wouldn’t be alone in seeking some sort of escape from the mundane.
As they reached the armory wall, Cat took a moment to absorb the sheer number of weapons displayed before her. Her eyes roamed over the array of blades, axes, staffs, and more, each one seeming to call for a different kind of skill and strength. Her hand hovered over the hilt of a sword for a brief moment before she pulled it back, her fingers tapping her chin thoughtfully.
“Well… I’ve tried my hand at swords before,” she admitted, her voice a bit quieter, as if worried it might not be the right answer. “But I… I never really got very far with them. Too heavy, I think.” She paused, glancing up at him to gauge his reaction. “I’ve also tried a bow a few times. That felt better, more natural, but I’m not… great at it.”
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, biting her lower lip for a moment before continuing. “I guess… I want to find something that feels right. Something I can… actually get good at.” She looked back at the wall of weapons, a hint of determination in her expression now. “I’m willing to try anything.”
As they reached the armory wall, Cat took a moment to absorb the sheer number of weapons displayed before her. Her eyes roamed over the array of blades, axes, staffs, and more, each one seeming to call for a different kind of skill and strength. Her hand hovered over the hilt of a sword for a brief moment before she pulled it back, her fingers tapping her chin thoughtfully.
“Well… I’ve tried my hand at swords before,” she admitted, her voice a bit quieter, as if worried it might not be the right answer. “But I… I never really got very far with them. Too heavy, I think.” She paused, glancing up at him to gauge his reaction. “I’ve also tried a bow a few times. That felt better, more natural, but I’m not… great at it.”
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, biting her lower lip for a moment before continuing. “I guess… I want to find something that feels right. Something I can… actually get good at.” She looked back at the wall of weapons, a hint of determination in her expression now. “I’m willing to try anything.”
Catalina
And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
