I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more
Nessa Cordelia Lux
"Hurr hurr, very funny. You know in my world these ears are a cute asset! A cute human asset."
She retorted to his teasing, despite the smirk on her lips. "What are elves like anyway? I've never met one and I'd like to know what sort of treatment I should expect going forward."
As Nessa perused the shelves, the glint of colour caught her eye. An assortment of pinks, purples and blues painted across a short blade. It was magnificent, artistic, beautiful and lithe. She picked up the dagger
, gripping the hilt. She would adjust her stance, before practising a few series of assault moves with the short weapon. There was something about the blade that seems to resonate within it, as though as she began to wield it, it had become an extension of her limb - a part of her.
She looked over to the clerk, "Do you have a target I can practice throwing this at?"
She asked, to which he would nod and guide her to an unoccupied stretch of wall, pulling back a curtain to reveal a wooden board with a bullseye painted in the middle. Nessa positioned herself across from it, moving back a few paces to increase the distance between herself and the target. Moving her grip to the tip of the hilt, she pulled it back of her shoulder, taking a moments pause to concentrate on her target. And as she launched the knife across the store, it would fly true, hitting the target firmly. Not quite centre, but only a few centimetres off, were the target big enough it would still do its job.
The most curious thing was the glimmer of light that had trailed along the blade path, like a rainbow-esque spectrum, it trailed from Nessa's hand all the way to where the blade remained on the target. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew what to do next. Willing the blade back to her, it would dislodge itself from the board, floating back through the air, as though pulled by the spectrum of light and landing firmly in Nessa's grip once more. She stared at the knife with awe, a smile stretching across her face as she looked up at the shopkeep. "I'll take this !"
She moved to the counter, pulling out a bag of Vyldergold, dividing her coins up as reasonably as she could. "And whatever armour I can get with the rest, preferably not too heavy if possible. And not 'Elven' either!"