[Past]
Qeor returns and finds her practising with the sword as if she and the sword are the one. He can't tell if she's the sword or the sword is her.
"You are back." She stops and tosses the sword on the ground, quite disrespectfully. "I can't stop now."
"Who taught you?" He asks her. Is she truly amateur? He only showed her a few steps. But can she master it at night? She isn't a genius.
"You did?" She frowns at him. "Are you drunk, Qeor? Had fun at Tiguaq?"
Tiguaq floats in the middle of Vunn. It is always within the sight of the people who live on the land. The tiguaqi are meant to rule the skies and watch over the lands.
"It's none of your business," He mutters. Although he did go back to Tiguaq, he didn't enter. He was sitting at the edges, trying to avoid a certain woman here. Qeor bends down his waist and reaches for his sword. The moment he touches his sword, an electric jolt runs through his arm. He steps back while widening his eyes.
