[ To Niall's laughter, Alain plucks something from a larger pouch--an empty hilt worn and made smooth from years. This, and its chain, is swung around his waist, for he has little want to be without a weapon, even so close to what he should call as home.
The Ghostblade is not his strongest weapon, but it is one he has held on to, out of like.
He moves to walk, to continue their original plan, the short distance over hills to the cave set into the small peak. ]
Then I wouldn't mind being yours. I have claimed you already, after all.
[ Hin sos los ni ok, he had said. And it remains as true. For Niall's blood was Alain's, and no other's. ]
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The Ghostblade is not his strongest weapon, but it is one he has held on to, out of like.
He moves to walk, to continue their original plan, the short distance over hills to the cave set into the small peak. ]
Then I wouldn't mind being yours. I have claimed you already, after all.
[ Hin sos los ni ok, he had said. And it remains as true. For Niall's blood was Alain's, and no other's. ]