'I curse my luck. No, why do I have to be so cursed!'
I just had to run into her when I was warned not to.
'This is all White Feather's fault. She jinxed it!'
Meanwhile, her cold blue eyes rested on me, as if examining me beyond what she was seeing.
There was a simple katana-like sword on her waist, and her slender hand was resting on it.
"Oh. Interesting."
She said with a hint of amusement in her voice, and a strange, ancient, millennia years old lady accent. Even Kassie didn't have this accent.
She circled me, watching every part of my body. Then she came closer, and ran her fingers across my muscle tones.
Her eyes slowly transformed from subtle amusement to obsessed curiosity.
She gripped my arms.
"Kid! Who did this to you?! This muscle toning! The density, and rigidity. There's no way I wouldn't know my training routine! Who did this?!"
