“Ariel… you have not told me what you are, Ariel. You probably know I am a Drykas, unless you are completely ignorant, but I must admit, I have no idea as to what you are,” Edalene said as she reached her giant pinky finger out, and Ariel did her best to shake it, before allowing her hand to drop and retake its position by her side.
Ariel puffed out her chest to seem larger and stated, "a pycon," with a shy smile, knowing that the woman probably had no idea what she was talking about, she added, "the tiny people made out of clay."
"Well, it seems you have figured me out. I am not the Lord of Endrykas, so I do not have a crown, or a sceptre. I do however, have this broadsword. And I can indeed hold my own blade without making it sway,” Eda continued, as Ariel looked up at her, trying to take in all of the woman's features, the freckles that were spread all over her face, how her skin was neither particularly pale, nor tan, how slender yet how muscular she appeared to be at the very same time. Her strawberry blonde hair, her amber eyes, this woman seemed to be positively balanced in every which way or form known to man. "Yeah ok," Ariel said as she stared, unblinking, at Eda, who seemed to be blinking a lot. Or maybe Ariel simply noticed this more and more because she herself, didn't blink?
Ariel watched as Eda straightened up, holding the blade up to her face, as though she were checking out her own reflection, before she started to wave it around wildly, in clean-sliced diagonals, cutting through the air with a low "whooshing" sound.
Ariel was mesmerized, it was too bad pycons didn't typically use such weaponry, at least, not to her knowledge. But then again, had she really met any more in her travels, after having left her family? Shaking her head, and realizing she hadn't, she decided that it wasn't her place to make such a judgment, having only seen her father wield a py-string and her uncle a py-whip.
Ariel watched as Eda continued to cut through the air before saying, "ok, ok, you win!" Perhaps that satisfied Eda, or perhaps she had simply grown tired or bored, because she came to a stop, the blade held out at a right angle to her body. The blade wasn't wavering. Ariel clapped her hands, not knowing what else to do, and how to respond in such a situation.