[ Ten years ago... he must have been, what, seven? Eight? He looks so young.
Only training until last year-- her gaze flicks up to him before resuming her search in his palms, as if discerning something. ] You carry no sword with you... [ A finger runs over his lifeline that cuts adjacent to his palm. She recalls, briefly, that the some humans in her world believe that futures can be read through such methods... How whimsical, truly. ]
Did you lose interest in training, to stop a year ago?
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Only training until last year-- her gaze flicks up to him before resuming her search in his palms, as if discerning something. ] You carry no sword with you... [ A finger runs over his lifeline that cuts adjacent to his palm. She recalls, briefly, that the some humans in her world believe that futures can be read through such methods... How whimsical, truly. ]
Did you lose interest in training, to stop a year ago?