“The tiny Picori appeared from the sky...
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....bringing the Hero of Men a sword and golden light.”
“Am I though? If you always announce your presence with news of death it doesn’t matter how ‘beautiful’ you may be, people will avoid you. Soon you won’t have any followers. It sounds more like a curse than an honor.”
Confusion settles over his features. Not at all understanding the other’s words.
“Forgive me but I fail to follow through. What isn’t possible?”
And what did the blond mean by ‘sword still existing because of his own?’ Did he mean now that a blade able to withstand the beasts-
felt- to which Lior would pull free with a small ‘aha!’
True to his word there was a good gulp or two left. “It’s not much, sorry, but you can have it.” A small shake of the container as it’s offered.
Lips pull back in a grimace when blood speckles dry lips. Finally the guilty wells enough to stick a pin in his prodding. They’ve only just met and already the hero was pushing the other beyond comfort.
“Ah- forgive me. I’ll stop with the questions for now.”
Taking the slate-
may patch up that throat.”
Lowering one hand the button on his pouch is popped before sliding his hand inside, a small struggle as it seems to sift through quite a few things. His tongue pokes out the left side of his mouth in concentration til a smooth bottle could be-
Tilting the blade till the sun’s light reflects off of it, a certain air of pride takes him. Though not towards himself, no, but towards the blade.
“It sure is. It’s still hard to believe the Picori blessed us with such a weapon.”
Rising it upward it seemed to shimmer brighter-
A light gasp and coo follows the change in imagery. Eyes widening in further awe.
“There’s nothing simple about this! Why painter would dream to have something like this.”
To call it simple would be crime. Whatever this thing was the pictures seemed lifelike. As if at any-
given moment they could start moving.
“If it isn’t magic then of what source is it?”
A part of him felt bad in asking. Clearly the other’s communication was not of the verbal type. Each word spoken grated the ears but, guiltily he admits, the excitement of the new device is-
A curious glancing at the screen. While the large creatures certainly were a sight to behold, it was more the device that held his attention. Never before had he seen such a works.
“Well I’ll be! What such of magic is this?”
A finger taps lightly at the screen, movements-