"You know, I never thought I'd say this, but we don't have enough weapons for this."
Her uncle paused with his coffee cup halfway between table and mouth. "We what now?"
"Remember how we've been insisting she break or bury most of what she takes so our baggage train isn't entirely live steel?"
"Yes." He put the cup down, stood up and came over to peer over her shoulder.
"We don't have enough swords to fake our signatures right now." She leaned back, eyed him up and down. "Well. Maybe we can fake me and two or three of the Weylands, because I still pass as one of our cousins if nobody's looking closely. But Ricard took point last week and he's still a little glowy around the eyes, you took that council head's head clean off her shoulders when she tried to dart you from behind, the First doesn't pass as anything less than a guard-captain right now, and, well." She held her hand over a hatchet, which obligingly pulsed at them both. "Pretty sure she hasn't touched this trunk since she packed it."
"Hm." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Let me think about this."
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Date: 2016-05-06 06:43 pm (UTC)From:Her uncle paused with his coffee cup halfway between table and mouth. "We what now?"
"Remember how we've been insisting she break or bury most of what she takes so our baggage train isn't entirely live steel?"
"Yes." He put the cup down, stood up and came over to peer over her shoulder.
"We don't have enough swords to fake our signatures right now." She leaned back, eyed him up and down. "Well. Maybe we can fake me and two or three of the Weylands, because I still pass as one of our cousins if nobody's looking closely. But Ricard took point last week and he's still a little glowy around the eyes, you took that council head's head clean off her shoulders when she tried to dart you from behind, the First doesn't pass as anything less than a guard-captain right now, and, well." She held her hand over a hatchet, which obligingly pulsed at them both. "Pretty sure she hasn't touched this trunk since she packed it."
"Hm." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Let me think about this."