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The linen loosens easily and is slipped aside layer by layer, eventually revealing the rich texture of smooth wood. Tugging away the wrappings entirely displays how the shaft of what must be a weapon tapers to a blunt point at its south end, the thicker northern portion supporting a seemingly sharp water crystal of impressive size, which no doubt is meant to be its spearhead. Coiled around the haft of the spear is a dragonette, that if it were alive would span the length of Surion's arm from fingertip to shoulder, though that measurement does not include its wings or the entirity of its tail. The flow and coloring of the small dragon's intricately carved scales brings to mind the pattern of a jaguar's fur, it's eyes shards of topaz that catch the light filtering through the trees' leaves to seemingly glimmer with intelligence and life.
"I know not where you will be drawn, Surion, only that I, and those who are of my family, may not go with you." She knows she does not have to say that the spear was made by her, as her crafter's mark can be found between the dragon's head and the crystal by those who know where to look. "A warning before you accept my gift. This weapon carries with it a responsibility, to both yourself and it. The dragon alone will be a challenge for one as you." She smiles slightly as she rises, walking over to stand beside him and pet the tail of the wooden dragonette. "If you accept this, then bloody the weapon for its magic to bond with yours." She steadies herself, slipping an arm around his waist while keeping a hand on the dragon's tail. |