Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
She nodded, her own sword quickly finding its way to her belt as well.
"Sounds good. I've only got a tiny apartment, and no room there to speak of."
Beside, it was France. She loved France.
Her hand touched the sword's handle gently, and she smiled. No way she was letting this one get taken away from her. She'd felt way too exposed without her weaponry.