SaphireTsuki
Aspiring Author
Saphire watched as the sword slowly took shape, book forgotten on her lap. It took a long time, and each movement was catalogued by her mind, but she still watched. Eventually part of her realized that she had to leave for her Uncle's actualall phone call, but she'd decided to stay for the entire thing... and so she remained. He usually missed her at least once anyway. The cellphone he had given her was in her bag, so if it was urgent he'd call that... not that she knew how to use it.