Arc 721, 71st of Zi'da
The loose threads hung gently from the hilt of the blade. Frayed strands, clearly tempted to break free, clung tenaciously. Two pairs of eyes - one dark grey, and the other deep evergreen - studied them closely within the dimly-lit room.
"You say this sword knot belonged to Liathen the Guardian?" asked green-eyes.
"Aye," came the reply. "That's what the merchant claimed, anyway."
Green-eyes chuckled quietly.
"Seems to me you got sold a fancy tale."
"Well...I only paid him in tales of my own, so that seems like a fair trade to me."
Another chuckle followed.
"You're a good man, Darius Baer. So...do you think it's the genuine article?"
"I don't know, but...I've noticed that it doesn't seem to move like you'd think it would."
And just then, as both of them watched on, they saw it. The sword knot, hanging statically from the longsword's hilt, and in a room with no breeze...moved. it was just a twitch, at first, and then it gently began to spin.
"Did you make it do that?" green-eyes asked, the incredulity audible in her voice.
As if to answer her question itself, the sword knot lifted, the threads drawn to one side as if a force was pulling at them. The material that had once been hanging listlessly was now curved like a fish hook.
Darius and Astra both held their breaths at the sight for a few trills until it fell limp once more.
"Huh," Astra's voice eventually broke the silence. "Maybe the merchant wasn't just telling you tales, after all."
"You say this sword knot belonged to Liathen the Guardian?" asked green-eyes.
"Aye," came the reply. "That's what the merchant claimed, anyway."
Green-eyes chuckled quietly.
"Seems to me you got sold a fancy tale."
"Well...I only paid him in tales of my own, so that seems like a fair trade to me."
Another chuckle followed.
"You're a good man, Darius Baer. So...do you think it's the genuine article?"
"I don't know, but...I've noticed that it doesn't seem to move like you'd think it would."
And just then, as both of them watched on, they saw it. The sword knot, hanging statically from the longsword's hilt, and in a room with no breeze...moved. it was just a twitch, at first, and then it gently began to spin.
"Did you make it do that?" green-eyes asked, the incredulity audible in her voice.
As if to answer her question itself, the sword knot lifted, the threads drawn to one side as if a force was pulling at them. The material that had once been hanging listlessly was now curved like a fish hook.
Darius and Astra both held their breaths at the sight for a few trills until it fell limp once more.
"Huh," Astra's voice eventually broke the silence. "Maybe the merchant wasn't just telling you tales, after all."


