[Footsteps echo as if the person making them is living. A girl made of static and shadow steps into view. Long hair sways side to side, but the small details at the edges of her are obvious, a sword sheathe at her side and tunic.
She comes to stop a few feet from Edna and dips her head.]
...I had hoped you would make it. But we can't change that. Thank you for taking care of family's sword.
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She comes to stop a few feet from Edna and dips her head.]
...I had hoped you would make it. But we can't change that. Thank you for taking care of family's sword.