[ dextera falls naturally silent, watching caim with his sword. it’s weird. he’s never just offered one of his swords to someone else before, largely because he didn’t need to, and no one would ever take the things he usually carried on his person. whenever he wanted to give gifts, they were more immediate, more practical things. flesh, and bones. but a sword seems just the same when caim is holding it. ]
The sword isn’t very sharp on its own. It works better when I can give it… something.
[ whether it’s that glowing or something else; as dextera digs in his pocket, he withdraws a small, round crystal, with the same holy luminescence as his hands just a moment ago. he glances up to caim’s face, and gestures to the sword as if to ask—may i?
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[ dextera falls naturally silent, watching caim with his sword. it’s weird. he’s never just offered one of his swords to someone else before, largely because he didn’t need to, and no one would ever take the things he usually carried on his person. whenever he wanted to give gifts, they were more immediate, more practical things. flesh, and bones. but a sword seems just the same when caim is holding it. ]
The sword isn’t very sharp on its own. It works better when I can give it… something.
[ whether it’s that glowing or something else; as dextera digs in his pocket, he withdraws a small, round crystal, with the same holy luminescence as his hands just a moment ago. he glances up to caim’s face, and gestures to the sword as if to ask—may i?
clearly, this is the transformational part. ]