"Wow, now I truly believe that Arina is a member of the Ivory Manor," Joanne said in awe as she gazed at the girl who was dancing gracefully with a sword in the backyard. She was as agile as a bird, her movement as graceful as waterfall. She was dancing among the wind.
Arina was confused. As soon as her hand got hold of the wooden practice sword Carlisle lent her, her body knew how to hold the sword. She could twirl the sword with her wrist as easily as a flip of a coin. She could perform sequences with the sword like it was second nature to her. She should be a bird, but why did she know how to use a sword? Why did she think the sword belong in her hand? She stopped and gazed at the sword in her hand.
"You might be able to fool Joanne, but you slacked off during class, didn't you?" Carlisle stood in front of her, twirling his sword in a complicated manner.
At his words, indignant grew inside her. Arina shook her head and glared at him. No, she chirped.
