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MUSE MUSE MUSE MUSE x.x
He stood tall watching the wall open from behind the painting, it was amazing and his shock of such treasure wasn't hidden in his face. Aro couldn't mask an emotion if his life depended on it...well not for long that is. He was seconds behind his father when it came to walking inside the 'vault'. His eyes looked around in wonderment, it was like he was a pup all over again. Ears in full attention, and not faltering in the slightest when his father spoke, "...it is fantastic!" he blurted out in a near whisper. Aro loved weaponry, much like he loved the stars. He had always been curious of human creations and theories and findings. This was like a child with candy to him. He looked back to his mentor and father with a grin unable to be hidden from sight. He then looked to the right of his dad seeing the other human treasures and trinkets. So, his father been holding on him, he wanted to laugh a little but could sense something more serious going on, so he did his best to be serious in his situation.
Finally, his dad went on to the true reason he was brought here, and the young Marino/knight pulled his full attention to the ebony parent. He was sort of trying to stay away from the topic of being a big brother, but it seemed it meant the world to his father, so he didn't protest it, let alone he was ready to build his own life separate here. He wasn't wanting to be disconnected from his family, he just yearned independence, just to feel it. It was when his father spoke of tradition he smile, this was something he took to heart. It made him feel Pride for his family, he was a protector, a born hero. His childhood fantasies played in his head, but he knew it was more serious than childhood fantasies. It was a big responsibility, a responsibility he took with great pride. As his father went on, he felt himself get nearly choked up. Aro was a sentimental being, but he wouldn't let it on as it made him feel stupid to be so sentimental. He tried to swallow it as he listened and watched as his father picked up a sword. His eyes lite up like the stars. He had always favored the sword, it was like his calling to own one, and here his father handed him one.
He breathed it as he took it looking it over as he felt his body shiver with excitement, he didn't know what to do and all he could do was stare at its beauty. The grip was a ruby red with a bronze pommel and cross-guards, while the blade itself was a beautiful silver tone. It was a simple sword but it had a history, he could tell by just looking at the blade with its characteristic dings and nicks. He breathed in puffing out his chest a little looking up to his father, "Thank you.." He let out a nervous joyful smile as he held the blade like it was something that could shatter if it wasn't held with gentleness. He looked back down wondering if it had a scabbard or not, though it mattered very little to him as he knew he could make one as he had for his wooden sword. It was humorous really as he hadn't played with his wooden sword in months, still it was a part of him and he loved it...but not as much as he loved this real one.