The Rejected Luna ( his love, her obsession)
But the quietness also made the space feel bigger , almost secred.
Iris step into the dirt slowly, her heart tapping gently against her rips.
Weapons layed neatly on a stand ... Swords, Spares, Daggers , all polished.
She reached out, her fingers trembling a bit.
" I C...can do this" Just try, she wispered to herself.
her eyes landed on a training sword, it was one of the lighter ones worriors use for beginners, she wrapped her hands around the handles, And tried to lift it.
It bearly moved.