Rhiannon waited while Melita made her payment and her inquiries, and then followed the redhead down the street to a section of shops that looked much more weapons-inclined. Melita’s eye was drawn to some maces; Rhiannon admired a collection of various swords and daggers, arranged by size and all looking sharper than anything Rhi had at home. She was practically drooling at one particular rapier, which looked like it might be just the right length and weight for Rhiannon’s frame.
But she wasn’t here for herself; she was here for her parents. She turned to a shopkeeper nearby and inquired as to their selection of weapons racks, and once the shopkeeper had shown them where to look, Rhi stood in front of the selection, weighing the pros and cons of each. ”I didn’t really think this through,” she admitted to Melita. ”How am I supposed to get one home?”
But she wasn’t here for herself; she was here for her parents. She turned to a shopkeeper nearby and inquired as to their selection of weapons racks, and once the shopkeeper had shown them where to look, Rhi stood in front of the selection, weighing the pros and cons of each. ”I didn’t really think this through,” she admitted to Melita. ”How am I supposed to get one home?”
Rhiannon Cassidy
