notasgod
Golden irises found themselves staring at the visage of one he did not know. Hailing from an era where apparitions ran rampant, the sword was't unfamiliar with heavenly beings (or otherwise). He would take great care in approaching them-- his curiosity piqued.
"Forgive me, I do suppose staring is rude, though if I am allowed to ask... Are those real?" He would make a gesture with his hand towards her ears.












