The Brass Blade's words drifted into Magma's earshot, and despite herself, despite all those nights she'd sworn to give up trouble, she felt her toes dig into the soles of her sandals, and the tendons in her hands tighten.
"Steel, honey, my goodness..."
She rolled her neck, and focused on the Brass Blade encroaching and threatening Steel. She set her shoulders, and began to step closer... only to have the sudden dash of a much smaller but still familiar form bolt into her view, again between herself and the developing staredown between warrior and Blade.
"Wait! Koporo, sweetie, be careful!" She picked up the pace and shuffled closer.
"Steel, honey, my goodness..."
She rolled her neck, and focused on the Brass Blade encroaching and threatening Steel. She set her shoulders, and began to step closer... only to have the sudden dash of a much smaller but still familiar form bolt into her view, again between herself and the developing staredown between warrior and Blade.
"Wait! Koporo, sweetie, be careful!" She picked up the pace and shuffled closer.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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