55th of Winter 512
Cerulean Pier: Morning
Cerulean Pier: Morning
“Swish! Swish, Swish, Swish!” Came the voice of the Kelvic.
It was here on the abandoned pier that Wyatti had brought herself this day to do some much needed ‘adventuring’. Wrapped up in her warmest state, she went out onto the world eyes bright as her mind simply began to brim with imagination in a way that only a child could. A blissful state for one so young and curious with the world, where tales and adventure could captivate her whilst her mind made up its own. For right in this instant Wyatti was not just ‘Wyatti’. She was the amazingly adorable sidekick Wyatti to the Zeltiva’s Super team! Or at least, she was, once. That chance meeting with the people was the best part of half a season away now, and the people alas had moved on. Or so she believed at least.
Okay, maybe she was not currently the sidekick, and was for the most part was left to her own devices, but every heroine had to go off and train at some point. How else would they defeat the villains that loomed over Zeltiva? And so the young Kelvic set herself up in the early morning, the short sword she had brought several days before drawn and ever so carefully being studied. Or at least as carefully as her child mind could conceive, for to her it was simply a weapon designed to vanquish all the bad things in the world. She stared at the mirror edge for a while, catching glimmers of her reflection in it as she studied it with care. At least she had enough sense to realise the edge was sharp, and it was something that must be respected.
It defends. It attacks. It was forged to kill. As long as you carry it, know that, she could remember the words of Miles clearly in her mind, and it was words that she had yet to fully comprehend. Still time and the maturing of her mind would answer those issues.
It would have been amusing to say the least, to watch this child haphazardly swing this blade about, staggered moves matched with the heavy clunking of metal against the pier. But here the pier was her secret hideout. Or at least until others turned up, then it was free reign to the public and Wyatti would then be forced into a position to behave. But for the meanwhile, whilst the pier was silent and seemly devoid of the public eye she would practice fighting those arch enemies that would appear in the books of children.
But despite all the poor tactics she continued, or at least until she managed to get the tip wedged into the wood of the pier. For a moment she held onto the hilt, a dumfound expression having covered her face, wide eyes staring down at the tip. She gave it a firm tug. Nothing. A second. Still nothing. A firm pull. Not a single budge. She was simply too weak to pull it out. She frowned; her lips pursing as she removed her hold and watched the blade remain in its position. She circled it a couple of times and inquisitive look upon her face as she knelt down to look at it closely.
This… could be a problem...
It was here on the abandoned pier that Wyatti had brought herself this day to do some much needed ‘adventuring’. Wrapped up in her warmest state, she went out onto the world eyes bright as her mind simply began to brim with imagination in a way that only a child could. A blissful state for one so young and curious with the world, where tales and adventure could captivate her whilst her mind made up its own. For right in this instant Wyatti was not just ‘Wyatti’. She was the amazingly adorable sidekick Wyatti to the Zeltiva’s Super team! Or at least, she was, once. That chance meeting with the people was the best part of half a season away now, and the people alas had moved on. Or so she believed at least.
Okay, maybe she was not currently the sidekick, and was for the most part was left to her own devices, but every heroine had to go off and train at some point. How else would they defeat the villains that loomed over Zeltiva? And so the young Kelvic set herself up in the early morning, the short sword she had brought several days before drawn and ever so carefully being studied. Or at least as carefully as her child mind could conceive, for to her it was simply a weapon designed to vanquish all the bad things in the world. She stared at the mirror edge for a while, catching glimmers of her reflection in it as she studied it with care. At least she had enough sense to realise the edge was sharp, and it was something that must be respected.
It defends. It attacks. It was forged to kill. As long as you carry it, know that, she could remember the words of Miles clearly in her mind, and it was words that she had yet to fully comprehend. Still time and the maturing of her mind would answer those issues.
It would have been amusing to say the least, to watch this child haphazardly swing this blade about, staggered moves matched with the heavy clunking of metal against the pier. But here the pier was her secret hideout. Or at least until others turned up, then it was free reign to the public and Wyatti would then be forced into a position to behave. But for the meanwhile, whilst the pier was silent and seemly devoid of the public eye she would practice fighting those arch enemies that would appear in the books of children.
But despite all the poor tactics she continued, or at least until she managed to get the tip wedged into the wood of the pier. For a moment she held onto the hilt, a dumfound expression having covered her face, wide eyes staring down at the tip. She gave it a firm tug. Nothing. A second. Still nothing. A firm pull. Not a single budge. She was simply too weak to pull it out. She frowned; her lips pursing as she removed her hold and watched the blade remain in its position. She circled it a couple of times and inquisitive look upon her face as she knelt down to look at it closely.
This… could be a problem...
