09-15-2020, 05:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-15-2020, 05:06 AM by Selina Parcellus.)
Selina nods in agreement with Ningalu, still a little absentminded given this amazing find the sword has become. Simon's questions seem to startle her out of her reverie. "Hmm? Oh. No, I don't believe they told me any of that. Besides whom it came from, all I know is what you told me, and that it seemed to...wake up when I held it. If what you say is true, and this may be an Ancestral blade, and that it responded to me, perhaps it knows something of my ancestry. Where I came from? Who my parents were? Why they...well, abandoned me? In addition...why was it here, in New Crobuzon? Is this where I am truly from? The questions in my mind only beget more questions. It is all I'm left with and this may be the key to it all. If it seeks in me a proper guardian, it will have none more faithful. Of that, I am certain." She slips the sheathed weapon back over her shoulders, determined to make it home at the very least to find out how to get in touch with it.