A fingertip ghosts over the surface of the blade. The blunt side- she feels if she touched those edges, even the silk she was made of would yield.
What an interesting, odd material. Unimpeded by the spike this time, Lace hums again, a handful of notes.
It's not merely the weapon that resonates, but, the entity holding it, though in rather different manners. There's a note of concord between little warrior and weapon, but, also, a grander, deeper echo to the former, than merely the cold, metallic ringing of the former.
The melody fades, and Lace tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly. It's not without a more guarded note that she speaks again. "Well, now. Appearances can be deceiving, now, can't they dear?"
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What an interesting, odd material. Unimpeded by the spike this time, Lace hums again, a handful of notes.
It's not merely the weapon that resonates, but, the entity holding it, though in rather different manners. There's a note of concord between little warrior and weapon, but, also, a grander, deeper echo to the former, than merely the cold, metallic ringing of the former.
The melody fades, and Lace tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly. It's not without a more guarded note that she speaks again. "Well, now. Appearances can be deceiving, now, can't they dear?"