Calilla seated herself within the comfortable confines of one of the white wicker chairs. The day had been a quiet one so she had spent the last few hours running through her fighting forms over and over. A light sheen of sweat caused her dark skin to glisten like polished obsidian in the glow of the fire but as interesting as that imagery might be, her attention lay fully upon the wicked talon blades of her karambit. Plump lips twitched upward into a pleased smile as she ran her finger along the sharp inner edge of one.
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