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WITH IRON SHIELD SHE DEFENDS THE FAITHFUL, LET CHAOS BE UNDONE The silver soldier is so long in the tooth now that she knows about these events more than most. She knows they can be good or ill, and that a selected few can sometimes leave with precious gifts. As a result, she's quick to approach, as eager as she was the first time she attended such a gathering. The tree brings back memories of her first Frostfall here, when she'd been just too late to receive anything. The raw beauty had ensnared her, though, and a fond smile spreads across her face as nostalgia grips her. How long ago had that been - four, five years? Six children and numerous life events later, she's back for more. Her gaze travels to the turtle, majestic next to the tree. She slows to a halt and flicks her mane out of her eyes, thinking of something meaningful she can donate. There's her weapons, but nothing that she would describe as meaningful. They are just items, with no history or personal value. It strikes her quickly, and she draws the relevant item carefully from her mane. It is a tuft of white fluff, which Dominus snagged on a thorn as he was getting used to having the broad mantle of fur around his shoulders. So long ago.... She delicately places the fur onto one of the lowest branches before stepping back. "This is fur from my companion's mane when he first grew it." At her heels, Dominus gives an approving growl and curls around her legs like a housecat. To others, it is just a tuft of fluff; to her, it is a memory and a reminder of the love she has for her lion. |
Nyx places a tuft of fur from Dominus' mane.
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
