[As he moves the spear into a neutral position, Ginia's posture relaxes a fraction. Her free hand opens into an open palmed position at her side. She's not here for a fight either. She glances at the spear again, pausing to admire it. Gáe Bolg. She's seen the version Archer's projected several times for Caster, slimmer, less monstrous and spiky. She's also heard the stories from Caster, read modern accounts of his legend (poor Ferdiad).
'What made you you?' is the question on her mind, but her curiosity has its limits and her manners win out.]
My apologies. Let it be known I mean you no harm unless you give me a reason to.
[Manners may win out, but sometimes sass wins out more too.]
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'What made you you?' is the question on her mind, but her curiosity has its limits and her manners win out.]
My apologies. Let it be known I mean you no harm unless you give me a reason to.
[Manners may win out, but sometimes sass wins out more too.]