hasapoint: an old woman's hand proffering a sword hilt (vena)
Need (Sister Lashan) ([personal profile] hasapoint) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-06-25 12:43 am (UTC)

Vena's hand is barely coarsened yet, with just a few suggestions of callus from thread-spinning and wire stuff. Enclave life has been good to her.

Swearing totally is cool, and it's not his fault that he doesn't understand that. Vena watches Guts' face intently, what she can see of it in the dim light. "And seal it - let me touch your thumb - okay." She lets go and solemnly says, "And if you lie all oaths to you are null, every man's hand is against you, the gods turn their faces away and you will be eaten from the inside out by your own darkness until the reckoning comes."

Which isn't something you say after finger-swearing, but a promise to not kill the Sisters or walk off with a sword that represents a considerable chunk of their income seems like it calls for something bigger than break your fingers if you lie, stick a needle in your eye. She's probably not quite got the words right but Lashan always says the intent is what's important.

"Okay," she says conspiratorially. "The armory's locked up and I don't wanna go in the bunkhouses or dorms." Most of the people who didn't go to service are in those. Also, the women who'd keep weapons for themselves outside of the armory would notice if they were missing. "But I know there's some finished ones in the forge and everything's done for the day. We just have to..."

Vena looks down the roof and at the ground. "Wait, how do we get down?"

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