( There's something in that tone where, despite the fact that this girl doesn't look like a King Arthur, Kate finds herself believing in it. A familiar resolve, a hope for the future that conjures images of a friend she trusts above all others.
She glances over at the jousting competition, then back to the sword, to the girl. )
Don't look like they're gettin' anywhere, anyway. Go for it.
( She wonders if it could be true, if that familiar belief is well-placed or not. )
(:
She glances over at the jousting competition, then back to the sword, to the girl. )
Don't look like they're gettin' anywhere, anyway. Go for it.
( She wonders if it could be true, if that familiar belief is well-placed or not. )