[ Fortunately for Fish (or unfortunately?) the flirting goes right over Fjord's head, engrossed as he is in checking his sword has survived the journey. He feels relief to know he can still summon it and that the Wildmother hasn't left him entirely, even if she can't respond to his prayers. ]
Certainly, I'll step back if you want to see it in action.
[ And he does so in order to go through the motions of a spar with an invisible partner, the faint arcane energy of the blade glowing blue along the former cracks in its metal as he brings it down one final time. Nearby, a wooden horse-ride affixed to the ground by a bouncy coil slides neatly in half with a belated crash. Fjord winces. ]
Oh, shit.
[ He may not have realised how close that was, oops. ]
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Certainly, I'll step back if you want to see it in action.
[ And he does so in order to go through the motions of a spar with an invisible partner, the faint arcane energy of the blade glowing blue along the former cracks in its metal as he brings it down one final time. Nearby, a wooden horse-ride affixed to the ground by a bouncy coil slides neatly in half with a belated crash. Fjord winces. ]
Oh, shit.
[ He may not have realised how close that was, oops. ]