[ Molly strokes his fingers over the flat of the blade, amazed how long it is, marveling at the marbled color and the shining runes. It's cold, like his scimitars when he activates that rite. ]
The Moonweaver and the Wildmother.
[ There's a somewhat broken laugh at that, and he nods. ]
Good. I'm glad you have it back, it looks like an extension of you.
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[ Molly strokes his fingers over the flat of the blade, amazed how long it is, marveling at the marbled color and the shining runes. It's cold, like his scimitars when he activates that rite. ]
The Moonweaver and the Wildmother.
[ There's a somewhat broken laugh at that, and he nods. ]
Good. I'm glad you have it back, it looks like an extension of you.