Kuh & Saena II

Kuh arrived first and Beth picked it up for me, as I was not home. When I arrived, he was lying on a box on top of my bed. I opened the package and discovered with joy that his grip was blue - not any blue, but Bob-Blue. I wield him; he is sturdy, really long and strong, not that flexible. Like a mountain. 

And some time later, perhaps an hour and a half, his sister arrived. I picked up Saena myself as Beth had already set off to work. When I opened the package I saw her grip, silvery and shiny like the moon. I held my breath as I wield her; she is light, almost weightless, like a feather. Like a bird. Not as long as her brother, Saena is fast, flexible and her guard is small and thick, perfect to protect my hand. 

Kuh and Saena have felt pads where I already wrote their names. 

Kuh and Saena are now resting on my bed, on top of my black blanket. The colour contrast makes them look beautiful. I have to confess that I cried when holding Saena against my chest, but those where happy tears. 

These foils mean a lot to me. 

Firstly, they are the tribute and homage to a person that is not with me anymore. The one who I named my first sword, Grajo, with. They are also the wrecking ball that tore apart those walls of fear and insecurity inside of my head. Behind these foils there are tears, long hours of physical work and countless minutes of mental exhaustion. But now that I knew they were coming, I became fearless. Now that I knew they were going to become a reality, my insecurities faded away. And I started fencing as some time I did. 

Kuh is the name for the mountain in Persian. 

Saena is the sacred bird (one of them) in Zoroastrianism. 

They are Sacred & Wild, Incense & Iron, Fire & Forgive, Mountain & Bird. They are my twins, two siblings that will accompany to many adventures, starting with the one we will journey towards on Saturday. 

Whenever I feel down or uncertain, I will hold their grips with my fingers, as tight as I can, and I will feel the strength running inside of them. That force that comes from the deepest me. The power of everything that makes my life worth living. 

These are not ordinary swords. 

These are my swords. My foils. 

How many people do you know that can say out loud that they own two functional swords, and that they actually use?

Welcome to my life, little ones. I hope to be up to the task.