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SEND “📦” FOR YOUR MUSE TO FIND A MEMENTO OF MY MUSE’S PAST // Accepting
The box had been carefully collected. Most of its contents aged; items that were no longer useful to him but still good. The clothing in it worn but had been cared for. Toys he had grown out of. Or simply things he no longer wanted.
Lesser quality items, those broken or breaking, went into another box to be trashed. But this box, the one full of things he had cared for or went relatively unused, still held value. Even if no longer to him. There were others in Stormwind, many of them, that would love these things.
Among the items, of course, the one to draw the half-orcs attention was a pale wood sword. Cared for, used, loved, but had not been useful for at least a decade. Still, it was sturdy and the leather binding the hilt had yet to shrink or crack. The blade, despite being wood, was heavy and had likely had weight added.
“Oh, that was my practice sword.”
Maybe it was the embarrassment of Mar seeing something from his childhood (or maybe he had been a terrible swordsman when he first began), but once the smallsword was raised, his ears dropped a little. The tiniest of defensive motions, complete with an uneasy but earnest smile.
“I hope the matron doesn’t mind, but I think the children might like it. If it can inspire them, then perhaps it can still do some good.” He smirked a little at the idea, allowing the thought to booey his spirit.
