They'd been separated. It wasn't hard to get caught up in the chaos, lost in the thrum and commotion of everything happening at once. Ty had watched a flash of yellow hair disappear behind a stone, but he wasn't sure where Sable had gone -- into the tunnels, or up above, or maybe she was simply gone. If she was dead, he'd pretend to cry during that night's display. No use ingratiating himself now.
He moved with a slick coolness, purposeful but arrogant, sauntering toward the center where the supplies were stored. "Pictured you with a sword," he commented, seeing Lyra toying with a dagger, something easy to sheath, to keep close. "That's more my style, if you want to toss that over."
@lyra-kolb
"I'll take that as a compliment," she decided, shifting off the jagged rock that had hidden her dagger from sight onto more even ground. "But I don't feel the need to overcompensate with the big weapons. A dagger is just fine." And it was. A dagger was a perfectly practical weapon with just the right amount of showmanship. "I promise, if you really know what you're doing, a dagger moves just as beautifully as a sword. It's not the size of the weapon but how you use it— as they say." She smiled coyly, but there was a simmering annoyance just under the surface. Tiberius was wasting her time, and by extension, his own. He knew perfectly well she had no intention of handing him a weapon, and it was just like a man to pretend it was a reasonable expectation. "I'll be holding on to this, but I'm sure you can find something else worth keeping. I think I saw a nice club around here somewhere. Help yourself."















