[He takes the blade uncertain, awed, but wondering how she knew his tastes. He sighs a bit, unsheathes it, slow, then lights it whole with dancing flames. He's shocked to find it keeps them well, the heat from all his will retained, and held in one unbroken stream.
The violet's made it shimmer.
Shine.
He's yet to meet her eyes just yet, embarrassed by such thoughtful things.]
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This is mine?
[He takes the blade uncertain, awed, but wondering how she knew his tastes. He sighs a bit, unsheathes it, slow, then lights it whole with dancing flames. He's shocked to find it keeps them well, the heat from all his will retained, and held in one unbroken stream.
The violet's made it shimmer.
Shine.
He's yet to meet her eyes just yet, embarrassed by such thoughtful things.]