@lightningprotects
SHE STEPS IN FRONT OF HER, cutting moonstone off from following her mother. a head tilts, staring, observing. a watchful eye, but silent. she had been watching, every practice. she didn’t really care for bending, only paying attention when her brother would demonstrate something for her. but she was interested in the swords that she always had with her, the way she moved wasn’t like her brother. “ what are those ? ” she points, though a lady should know better. “ can you show me ? ”









