“So long as you don’t make the same mistake with the Knight-Captain or the Paladin.” Though it’d be funny if he did.
“Serenity of House Arcedeen.”She took a step back as Renar appeared from deeper within the forge, her eyebrows lifting slightly at the uncharacteristic display of affection upon her fellow knight. From here, he looked almost like a normal older sibling, their muddied lineage notwithstanding. Two siblings with a history, perhaps, of causing harmless trouble. It wasn’t something she’d imagine out from Renar, but few could live without crafting a couple of faces to wear for the appropriate situation.
As their attentions turned towards her once more, however, Serenity shook her head.
“No, my work’s been settled. It’s pleasant to see that familial love isn’t something completely foreign to you though, Sir Renar. Care for a bout with your improved weapon?”A flicker of bemusement surfaced in her gaze.
“Or would you like my help with naming it first?”