Petra-MCSM

*Petra is sitting on a bench somewhere around town, carefully cleaning her enchanted golden sword, known as Miss Butter. Her expression is one of satisfaction, as she seems to be enjoying the little moment she's sharing with her beloved weapon. She takes her time, pouring all her love and affection to every single one of the wipes. The wind blows slightly, her deep ginger hair flowing slightly as she rubs the sword. She sighs, pausing for a moment.* "I'm so glad I have you Miss Butter."