[ Whatever the usual training clothes were for others, Regina would pick her own. It wasn't customary for druids to be in combat, yet it was something that she found herself often forced into. The robes she wore were shorter than normal, they rode up to her knees, allowing her to move freely in. Usually, she avoided combat, but much like learning a foreign language and culture to better understand her surrounds before, she had no choice. To her, the intoner was younger than she appeared to be.
Children and teenagers learned combat, that wasn't that of a sight. That weapon, perhaps, looked too big for someone that size. At least, with a normal human, using it would dislocate a shoulder. Interesting. She knew there were humans and nonhumans in this world from the interactions she had. All of it was strange to her, after coming from a world where humans and nonhumans were so pitted against each other, Regina was still adjusting to adorning her white hair and eyes in this world.
Still, now that One has her attention and after speaking to her before, she's drawn to her and that weapon. It's not often that curiosity gets the better of her. She circles around her, coming up to her side, almost looming over her with her height. Tapping her spear against her shoulder, she does have to ask- ]
Aren't you a little young for this?
[ Obviously, she wasn't. She wanted a reaction, she wanted to see what she would say. Certainly, if she was able to lift that weapon, it was a sign she could hold her own. ]
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Children and teenagers learned combat, that wasn't that of a sight. That weapon, perhaps, looked too big for someone that size. At least, with a normal human, using it would dislocate a shoulder. Interesting. She knew there were humans and nonhumans in this world from the interactions she had. All of it was strange to her, after coming from a world where humans and nonhumans were so pitted against each other, Regina was still adjusting to adorning her white hair and eyes in this world.
Still, now that One has her attention and after speaking to her before, she's drawn to her and that weapon. It's not often that curiosity gets the better of her. She circles around her, coming up to her side, almost looming over her with her height. Tapping her spear against her shoulder, she does have to ask- ]
Aren't you a little young for this?
[ Obviously, she wasn't. She wanted a reaction, she wanted to see what she would say. Certainly, if she was able to lift that weapon, it was a sign she could hold her own. ]