"I just don't trust them!" said the Indian woman, pacing around the living room of her humble home. In front of her was a tall, thin lady, with pointed salmon colored hair that stuck out of her head, in a very similar way to her nose. Her arms were crossed, and she stood stoically, a rather sour look on her face, most likely in reaction to the rather condescending tone that the woman in front of her took. "Your daughter is perfectly safe while under my tutelage. Besides, swords have been around for centuries! If one knows how to use it properly, than there is no danger from it at all!" Pearl explained, in a forced soft voice, barely containing an outburst she wanted to make.
"But Connie isn't even 13 yet! She could hurt herself on accident! I've treated the kinds of injuries kids could get when handling weapons, and I don't want something like that happening to my daughter!" Priyanka practically yelled, facing the taller woman. Pearl scoffed at this, turning her head. "I think you unde