Panicked Messenger

'Boredom… blue… bored… blue boredom… Is there something this old crone cares about other than these obnoxious flowers? I get the feeling she'd be a princess if she was ever given the chance… and not Katie's kind of princess' the thoughts of a blonde hunter swirled lazily within her mind as she leaned against the hilt of her steel katana.

Part of a pair that she kept with her at all times… and was even sure not to lend to just about anyone. Not after a certain princess had misplaced one of them.

The weapons were as much a part of her as her own body, always within reach and ready to strike at anything that wished her harm.