BYLETH’S BIRTHDAY ! / @sovereign-tempest sent:
"I know it cannot be held in comparison to the Sword of the Creator, but I hope you may enjoy it either way," Dimitri, almost nervously, handed over an impressive scabbard, holding a hand crafted, engraved, handsome sword that could surely do a lot of damage in her hands. "Happy birthday, my friend." He smiled.
⚔️ // eyes glittered with an interest SPARKED. all the while , the blade was placed in steady , awaiting hands. she scanned it over. impressive was one word to describe it , most certainly. she almost felt she owed the smith commissioned for such a piece a word of REGARD. it was equal parts a weapon of function as much as it was a near work of art.
“this is a fine blade,” she said OUT LOUD , ghosting finger pads over the engravings , when the sword was drawn to reveal its full splendor. “you should worry not of its counterpart. i will make good use of such a gift. thank you.” for there were times when their battles grew long and tiresome. when the strain of combat and TIME bore down heavy , and the sacred weapon that glowed like fire in her hands was reduced to a flickering ember.
leave it to dimitri to have noticed what she had left decisively unsaid. but perhaps it was in her good fortune that he did. it would do her well to have an alternative to such a powerful blade.
“i would be honored if you would accompany me to the training grounds. it seems to me you would be the most fitting opponent , to break in this blade.”
