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Although she was focused on her lonely practise sessions, her senses were not blind or deaf to another clan member’s approach. Her sharp, polished moves ceased with their deadly elegance as she turned fully to the intruding presence and let scarlet eyes rise up to a face that smiled at her. Perhaps a pleasant change to lay witness to, if she just had cared. But the silvery male knew her rank and offered enough casual friendliness that she decided against putting him in his place for his free behaviour.
”Morning,” She answered, offering it as a short greeting as well as answer to the question. So this man without a name let his day be the night. It was satisfactory, as threats could rise to lash against the clan in the cloaked cover of night more likely than beneath a glowering sun. The Lykoi, however, was a creature that rose moments before the sun, and therefore she also retired rather early compared to most of those who lived here. Her awake schedule had been pushed a little due to her responsibilities as a mother, but she held on to old habits as well as she could, and the children were growing quickly and would soon no longer require her constant supervision.
”It is,” the then spoke, acknowledging his comment about her flawless katana. Frequent use had taken its toll on the blade, unfortunately, but she did what she could to keep it well maintained and oiled. Resources for the well-keeping of a katana were slightly hard to come by, but there was no touch of rust or missing chips from the lovely metal. ”I acquired it from Halifax many years ago, along with another blade identical to this,” she added, sharing this useless information to make an effort in seeming more friendly than she was. She was disliked in this clan, and it was unfortunate.
Although she held no inch of trust for a mere stranger, even if his coat was claimed by the scent of the clan, the woman offered the blade up to him, if he desired a closer look.
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