Post by dragon on Jun 7, 2009 16:34:55 GMT -5
C'oar nodded approval, and fished out the remaining marks to finish paying for the sword. "Does it have a sheath?" He asked, laying out the marks on the table and lifting the sword again. He held it upside down, however, with the point very near the ground.
He glanced over at Saeo a moment, and then looked at her again. What was stuck in her craw? "A lot of people have no idea about some things, simple enough. An engraving is no what makes a sword or not. It's the lack of structure. Some swords that are genuinely real are also decorative. But most decorative swords are not real. They'd fall to bits the first time you tried to swing it. Or stab something." C'oar explained. He lifted his new one up. "A real sword is made of one continuous peice of metal. It runs from tip all the way to pommel, inside the handle. The part inside the handle is called a tang. And decorative swords often do not have a tang. The handle is merely stuck on the end of the peice that makes the blade. That is what makes a sword a genuine weapon." Well ... that and a nice mettle that made for good edge holding and less nicking.
Her next comment however made C'oar pause for a moment and give her a funny look. "Gossiping? What's there to gossip about?" He asked. He couldn't think of anything that would be shocking enough to get Saeo's attention ... he really didn't do anything much. Especially not lately. Was the dragon fussing about not being able to eat leaves? That wouldn't bother Saeo... He was distracted again from his thoughts when she sent her brother away.
Now ... that was just odd. And taking Freckle? Amone didn't need a mandyr to check on a pie. So what was Saeo up to now? It earned her another strange, somewhat puzzled look from him, and that was all. He didn't say anything ... what she did with her pies, relatives, and pets was none of his business. Whether or not it made any sense to him or not!
Frosstyth huffed, and rolled over onto one side, draping his head over Cherilith's shoulders comfortably. Little brothers made good pillows! Much better pillows than mine's did, anyway. Well, go ahead then. See what she can poke into that head of his. I will wait and see how he reacts to that. Maybe he'll stop being so silly. Maybe he won't.
He glanced over at Saeo a moment, and then looked at her again. What was stuck in her craw? "A lot of people have no idea about some things, simple enough. An engraving is no what makes a sword or not. It's the lack of structure. Some swords that are genuinely real are also decorative. But most decorative swords are not real. They'd fall to bits the first time you tried to swing it. Or stab something." C'oar explained. He lifted his new one up. "A real sword is made of one continuous peice of metal. It runs from tip all the way to pommel, inside the handle. The part inside the handle is called a tang. And decorative swords often do not have a tang. The handle is merely stuck on the end of the peice that makes the blade. That is what makes a sword a genuine weapon." Well ... that and a nice mettle that made for good edge holding and less nicking.
Her next comment however made C'oar pause for a moment and give her a funny look. "Gossiping? What's there to gossip about?" He asked. He couldn't think of anything that would be shocking enough to get Saeo's attention ... he really didn't do anything much. Especially not lately. Was the dragon fussing about not being able to eat leaves? That wouldn't bother Saeo... He was distracted again from his thoughts when she sent her brother away.
Now ... that was just odd. And taking Freckle? Amone didn't need a mandyr to check on a pie. So what was Saeo up to now? It earned her another strange, somewhat puzzled look from him, and that was all. He didn't say anything ... what she did with her pies, relatives, and pets was none of his business. Whether or not it made any sense to him or not!
Frosstyth huffed, and rolled over onto one side, draping his head over Cherilith's shoulders comfortably. Little brothers made good pillows! Much better pillows than mine's did, anyway. Well, go ahead then. See what she can poke into that head of his. I will wait and see how he reacts to that. Maybe he'll stop being so silly. Maybe he won't.