cover you when the sky comes crashing in
As he so often did, the Sword waited in reticent silence. His stare went back and forth, from pendant to Warden, attempting to gauge a reaction. Disappointment? Disgust? Revulsion? Contentment? Satisfaction? She held it like it might break, and he had every intention of reassuring her that his artifacts were made of stern compulsions and compositions, when he received the acknowledgments, and he nodded. His eyes fell back to the table, and perhaps that’d be it then, either his concerns unjustified, or she was too polite to say anything. Maybe it didn’t matter, as long as it served its purpose.
But with the chain over her neck and the pendant awaiting its moment, the thoughts drifted there. “Just press it.” It would rebound with the slightest touch, and then unfurl over her figure – bronze, threaded through with slightest nuances of mountains along the sides, but naught decadent or ostentatious, gilded armor, intending to magically conform over her torso, down to her hips, shielding and protective. “If it does not work well, I can make adjustments.”
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Deimos has made:
Armor Pendant:
A pendant that hangs over Morgan’s chest. When pressed, it magically armors her torso down to her hips.
But with the chain over her neck and the pendant awaiting its moment, the thoughts drifted there. “Just press it.” It would rebound with the slightest touch, and then unfurl over her figure – bronze, threaded through with slightest nuances of mountains along the sides, but naught decadent or ostentatious, gilded armor, intending to magically conform over her torso, down to her hips, shielding and protective. “If it does not work well, I can make adjustments.”
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Deimos has made:
Armor Pendant:
A pendant that hangs over Morgan’s chest. When pressed, it magically armors her torso down to her hips.
DEIMOS
