“We’re asking them to fight, aren’t we?” he asks, looking around at the other Carnival members. “These memories aren’t a gift. They’re a warning. So why dress it up? Why not use a weapon?” With a soft hiss of leather, he frees his sword belt, holding it out hilt first to Rita. It’s been for ceremonial frippery until now, and he keeps it sheathed.
“I got this sword on our last stop in the Summerlands. It’s faerie-crafted silver.” He pauses. “Just don’t aim it point-first at the Queen when you hand it over. I don’t think they’d like that.”
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“We’re asking them to fight, aren’t we?” he asks, looking around at the other Carnival members. “These memories aren’t a gift. They’re a warning. So why dress it up? Why not use a weapon?” With a soft hiss of leather, he frees his sword belt, holding it out hilt first to Rita. It’s been for ceremonial frippery until now, and he keeps it sheathed.
“I got this sword on our last stop in the Summerlands. It’s faerie-crafted silver.” He pauses. “Just don’t aim it point-first at the Queen when you hand it over. I don’t think they’d like that.”