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Daphne Bridgerton

Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.

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[sheening]

[ daphne nods faintly when d'artagnan answers, steps with him as they approach the blacksmith. she has heard the names of swords before, but knows little of potential variants.

she glances to d'artagnan at first, hesitating because, well, does she have opinions? her chin rises: of course she does! ]

It will be my first sword. [ best to start out with that, truth and pride in her voice as she speaks to the blacksmith who gives her a quirk of a smile. anyone who sees her might be able to guess she doesn't frequent forges. ] Whatever you think shall be suitable for my height and weight, one that I may wield with confidence that shall not diminish my desire to learn its proper use.

[ she holds her head and shoulders straight, hand tucking in tighter around d'artagnan's arm. ] I would care for the...hilt to have a personal affect, so it can be more my own. Something...elegant. Silver. Or, blue. [ she's not sure if it seems vapid to crave such a thing, but daphne does not falter in this request or in stating -- ] I shall like my initials on it as well. D-B. [ for either bridgerton or bassett, how convenient.

the blacksmith seems amenable, but turns to regard d'artagnan at the same time that daphne looks over to him as well. ]

That shall suffice, I believe, do you not? [ those are her opinions, but help her out if she's missing something important? ]

[gascogne]

[It's difficult not to smile as Daphne makes her statements. She's clearly intent on learning, excited with it even, and D'Artagnan finds himself reminded of some of the more eager cadets, taking pride in things they've not yet learned, simply the fact that they've a chance to. Her attitude lends itself well towards his brand of instruction, where he might be direct and blunt with criticisms or suggestions and she'll not dismiss them and quit so easily. D'Artagnan exchanges an amused glance with the blacksmith as Daphne goes on to specify a colour scheme and embellishment for the hilt, but it's with an endeared sort of mirth instead of something mocking, and he nods as Daphne turns to direct her question towards him.]

Yes, above and beyond sufficient, I should think. You'll have a handsome sword at your side, Daphne.

[The blacksmith isn't deterred from her requests, and assures them he'll be able to fashion something suitable, suggesting she try some of the swords set out against the back wall to give him an idea of weight. It's going to take a while, and likely have to pick it up later.]