Evangeline scoots over, watching him reload the pistols with delicate fingers. There is a strange inconsistency in the viewing, Vaughn's graceful hands, moving with practiced ease over hot steel, blackened with burnt powder. He rotate's the pistol's pepperbox barrels, deftly packing powder and balls into each.
"I have to call you something more than Vaughn..." Evangeline examines a stray ball with a critical eye, wondering at the alloys used in it's construction. "It's something of a rule of mine. If I have respect for anyone in this world, it's those that teach others."
"I call all those who teach me Masters. Master Wolfsong, Master Vann... I even call Orrin Master Dragoon when I am being taught."
She tilts her head, "Does the word rankle you so?"
"I have to call you something more than Vaughn..." Evangeline examines a stray ball with a critical eye, wondering at the alloys used in it's construction. "It's something of a rule of mine. If I have respect for anyone in this world, it's those that teach others."
"I call all those who teach me Masters. Master Wolfsong, Master Vann... I even call Orrin Master Dragoon when I am being taught."
She tilts her head, "Does the word rankle you so?"
