He nods, "They are indeed, the finest elvish work I have seen in many years. Magical in nature,born of the love, magic and artistic beauty that my people are known for. They are indeed quite a gift." He moves forward, closer to her. turning one blade, he hands it hilt first to her to let her feel the heft and balance. The grips were not as big as one a human might make, for the elvish hand was often slender. However it would also fit well in her petite hand.
he smiled and dropped into a half crouch, the blade coming out and up in a guard position his knees bent weight on the balls of his feet. The blade had already told him much about its nature. He knew that their length could be increased. However that was unnecessary for now. He gestured with his free hand in a if you're going to come then come way.
He smiled slowly. He ran two fingers over the length of the blade as if he were pinching it. He touched some of the magic his race could wield and Glad then tested his magic by pressing his thumb against the edge and nodding when he saw that it did not cut into his flesh that the warding had worked. He twirled the blade and handed it to her, holding out his free hand for the one she held, so he could ward that one.
I would hate to hurt one another." he said warding this second blade, who's heft was almost identicle to the other. He would eventually be able to feel the difference, and find out which hand each blade was called to, but for now eiter would work. He held it in his left hand now and made a few experimental flowing cuts getting the feel for the weapon again.
I could cut your hair without cutting you so you wouldn't be hurt either but yes this is just better." he said with a smile returning her salute. He moved in his sword moved in a flowing almost circular patern, almost suited more for a curved weapon, yet it worked well with the straight blade as well.
He watched her move and he moved his blade slapping the blat a couple times against hers driving it up and out as he ducked low.
He turned his turn low into a forward roll coming up his blade driving hers up and out, using the leverage of his coming back to his feet to drive the blade out wide. He stepped in and with his free hand poked her twice once in the stomach and the other in the nose He smirked. His grin suggesting if he had held a dagger she would have been hit twice.
He shook his head, Surprised she gave up that quickly. But he shrugged and placed the weapons back in their case. "No we have not, we will have to again." he said.
He stood in the doorway now. His eyes were obviously red. He had grown weary of trying to hide it. The night before he had been numb, hadn't even really fought the change, hadn't had the heart. Now the hurt was washing through him. He had let it out a little and now it threatened to break. He opened his mouth and then closed it. "You gave me happiness I did not believe I could ever find again." he said softly. Voice was low, raw with emotion. For that I thank you." he says this last almost a whisper.
He had felt the concern of friends as well. He longed to go to her, to touch her, to hold her close, to seduce her back into his arms. But he stood there frozen in the doorway. And then slowly he moved to her his hands resting on her shoulder. He had always been pulled to touch her, he didn't know if he could make that change. He couldn't say anything, didn't know if there was anything to even say. he just touched her softly. letting his fingers stroke up into her long red hair, stroking it softly. He waited for her to push him away.
