Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200205021240/@comment-5543592-20200205201936

In the darkness, Nyasia held out her hand in front of her, and let her thoughts bleed away.

The Shehai blooded to life, a lattice work of a thousand silver threads, wrapping together, collescing into a single object. The sword in her hand was thin, light, elegantly curved. She ran a finger along the edge of the blade. It pulsed with a faint light, glowing something like the moons, enough to illuminate her arms and face.

She no longer felt fear of it. It was not as if she understood it anymore than she had before or knew what it meant for her. But she'd accepted it. It was a part of her now. To try to fight that would be senseless.