by Vivienne Chinnoir » Wed Oct 08, 2014 9:06 pm
"Yes, Mother said it would guard me and guide me." The sword, unsheathed, hummed softly with magic, acting as a gentle beacon. It seemed to regard Nailah in return, if a "thing" could regard anyone or anything. It wasn't malicious or dark, but it was powerful and raw. The magic wasn't all Vivienne, there was a "older" more controlled "touch" behind it, one the magic willingly flowed and moved for.