βIn my travels, I often find myself dancing with Death.
A resigned partner. He dances with the same steps he took a thousand centuries before.
Death is not as cold as I thought. He knows we speak of him with harsh words.
He is warming, I find. Welcoming. Familiar. Home. . β
@NightSkysLight She hopes he likes it. .
It's a personal knife, with a wooded handle of carved dalish symbols and elfroot.
βEvery Dalish carries a knife on their person. Since you and I are together, that makes you one of us.β
@NightSkysLight It has been a while since they've gone out together.
Would he like to go on a small vacation? Just the two of them? The dales call their names.