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Unfortunately, they were no longer there, but the spark remained. He could see it, so readily on the surface; it just needed kindling and guidance so his flame-coated niece could wield the power that was so embedded into the Goldencourte family and the blood that ran through her veins.
Shiloh stifled a chuckle when Nausicaa's surprise was so blatant on her features - a favorable reaction, and hopefully one that meant she understood the gravity of this secret they now shared. He was not one to tell children to keep things from their parents, but... it'd be his hide if Fable found out what he was going to do, and he really thought she was overreacting. Hadn't it been their father who gave those interested in the art their first swords? Seeing as Archon was out of the picture, Shiloh wanted to ensure Goldencourte traditions persevered and he could be a good role model for the children who did not necessarily enjoy the softness Fable's lifestyle lent itself to. The world was a thing of many facets, and not all of them benefited from a gentle touch. There had to be those willing to take up arms to preserve the more delicate parts of society... time would tell if Nausicaa was one of them, as Shiloh had been and still strove to be.
Aye, if ye think you're ready for one,Shiloh confirmed, his voice bearing the edge of expectation - did she think she was ready? He took a sidelong glance at his niece to gauge her reaction, but he was fairly certain she would agree quickly.
His paws led them to small clearing away from the hubbub, but not so far they weren't still surrounded by the sounds and smells of revelry. Shiloh shifted his grip on the swords, lowering his head so Nausicaa could retrieve her sword from his jaws.
I'll show ye how t'use it,he told her.
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