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Frances · 11-09-07, 02:07 PM

Tyra loves going on walks with Mommy. It's just the two of them today; Drakie is home with Grampa and Grampa's friend. Tyra likes Grampa's friend, so does Drakie. Tyra thinks Mommy likes her too, even if Mommy seemed a little hesitant at first. But today, Tyra has Mommy all to herself as they walk along the path north of town.

As they walk along, Mommy pulls something out from under her cloak and hands it to Tyra. It's long and heavy, with a handle at one end, and a set of leather straps and a belt. Tyra recognizes it as a sword of some sort, having grown up with Mommy and Daddy. But it's smaller than she's seen before, Tyra sized!

Mommy says, "This is for you, Tyra. I was going to wait for your birthday, but I couldn't wait." Mommy smiles. "I had it made up special for you. It may be a bit big for you right now, but you'll grow into it. Your Grampa made it, in fact, just for you!"

Mommy kneels down and buckles the sword belt in place, adjusting the straps until the sword hangs in the right spot. She pulls the sword part way out of the scabbard and shows Tyra. "See, this sword is dull, it won't cut you. The point's dull too, but it's still heavy, and this most definitely is not a toy. Always treat your sword with respect, or you could get hurt. Or someone you don't want to hurt, or you won't hurt someone you need to. This one is about the size of a bastard sword in relation to you right now, but it'll be more like a longsword as you get bigger."

Mommy steps back, and moves her own cloak to uncover the sword she has at her waist. "Try and draw it like this." She demonstrates. Tyra tries to do as Mommy did it, but she can't do it anywhere near as smooth as Mommy made it look. Mommy sheathes her sword and begins showing Tyra how to hold it, various to move it to block or to strike, body stance, foot positioning, and other things. Tyra is soon whacking bushes and saplings, with Mommy always guiding her to move this way or that, or to shift her grip like this, or position her arms or her feet. After a while, Tyra gets tired, and Mommy and her head back to town.

Tyra is so excited to have her own sword, just like Mommy and Daddy have! Now, she can really be a big sister and take care of her little brother. Mommy lets her wear it home, so she can get used to the feel. But something occurs to Tyra. "But Mommy, Daddy keeps asking me what I want to do when I get big. What if I don't want to use a sword?"

Mommy smiles at her. "Honey, you don't have to use a sword. But I wanted you to at least know how, in case you ever have to." They walk on quietly for a while, before Mommy says one more thing, "Oh, and don't tell Daddy. I'm not sure he's ready for this just yet."

11-09-07, 02:07 PM	#11
Frances Giant Characters Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: San Diego, CA Posts: 105 Thanks: 53 Thanked 54 Times in 29 Posts	A New Toy? Tyra loves going on walks with Mommy. It's just the two of them today; Drakie is home with Grampa and Grampa's friend. Tyra likes Grampa's friend, so does Drakie. Tyra thinks Mommy likes her too, even if Mommy seemed a little hesitant at first. But today, Tyra has Mommy all to herself as they walk along the path north of town. As they walk along, Mommy pulls something out from under her cloak and hands it to Tyra. It's long and heavy, with a handle at one end, and a set of leather straps and a belt. Tyra recognizes it as a sword of some sort, having grown up with Mommy and Daddy. But it's smaller than she's seen before, Tyra sized! Mommy says, "This is for you, Tyra. I was going to wait for your birthday, but I couldn't wait." Mommy smiles. "I had it made up special for you. It may be a bit big for you right now, but you'll grow into it. Your Grampa made it, in fact, just for you!" Mommy kneels down and buckles the sword belt in place, adjusting the straps until the sword hangs in the right spot. She pulls the sword part way out of the scabbard and shows Tyra. "See, this sword is dull, it won't cut you. The point's dull too, but it's still heavy, and this most definitely is not a toy. Always treat your sword with respect, or you could get hurt. Or someone you don't want to hurt, or you won't hurt someone you need to. This one is about the size of a bastard sword in relation to you right now, but it'll be more like a longsword as you get bigger." Mommy steps back, and moves her own cloak to uncover the sword she has at her waist. "Try and draw it like this." She demonstrates. Tyra tries to do as Mommy did it, but she can't do it anywhere near as smooth as Mommy made it look. Mommy sheathes her sword and begins showing Tyra how to hold it, various to move it to block or to strike, body stance, foot positioning, and other things. Tyra is soon whacking bushes and saplings, with Mommy always guiding her to move this way or that, or to shift her grip like this, or position her arms or her feet. After a while, Tyra gets tired, and Mommy and her head back to town. Tyra is so excited to have her own sword, just like Mommy and Daddy have! Now, she can really be a big sister and take care of her little brother. Mommy lets her wear it home, so she can get used to the feel. But something occurs to Tyra. "But Mommy, Daddy keeps asking me what I want to do when I get big. What if I don't want to use a sword?" Mommy smiles at her. "Honey, you don't have to use a sword. But I wanted you to at least know how, in case you ever have to." They walk on quietly for a while, before Mommy says one more thing, "Oh, and don't tell Daddy. I'm not sure he's ready for this just yet."