Peregrine nodded. "I shall, sometime. Although, I'm the only one who I allow to touch my sword. Unless, of course, they're getting a first-hand experience of the blade's sharpness." The corners of the swordswoman's mouth curved upwards momentarily.
"Many people rely on their magic," Peregrine added. "I believe that those who rely solely on their magic will see their downfall as soon as they are stripped of their powers. It happened to Azami's own brother, once, and he is no longer with us."
"Can I have a sword?" Lysander asked giddily. "If it's not too much trouble, of course. I just think they're neat."
He also didn't have the memory of seeing two people killed with a sword, and was therefore more comfortable using them.
"They trained me the basics of swordfighting when I was at the academy, but only for a few months. Then they had us use daggers, and…" he trailed off. "Oh, I'm sorry. This is probably boring." He shifted James on his shoulders so that the baby could get a better view of the girls.
"We may be able to find swords on board," Peregrine suggested. "If not, I can make training swords for you to use until we land somewhere again." The girl's gaze shifted to James. "How old is the boy? Perhaps he could learn, too."
James cooed when he saw the girls, babbling at them and waving a little fist, smiling happily. He squirmed a little bit, kicking his feet for a moment.
(Sigh my replies usually aren't this short but he's a literal fucking baby, there isn't much for me to do)
"Oh, he's only two," Lysander replied. "I don't think he should have anything sharp. Not that that's stopped him from trying to get the cactus."
He wondered if he was making a mistake with the cactus. Maybe the sharp, pointy metal item shouldn't be wired up.
"Two? Give him three years, perhaps, then he can begin his training." Peregrine hummed thoughtfully. "Is that too late?" Her slender fingers drummed on the hilt of her sword as she went on. "He's a curious one, eh? My father says that curiosity is a virtue."
