Memory Description: [High-quality enchanted quiver, received as gratuity in the Brilliant Emporium. Buy one, get one free! Become a client today!]
Rain scowled deeply as she looked at the next Memory.
Memory: [Bag of Withholding]...
Memory Description: [I've really outdone myself this time, if I do say so myself. Anyway, why am I bothering with these descriptions? It takes essence to weave each letter!]
Rain sighed deeply, closed her eyes for a few moments, then stared at her brother with a strange expression.
He smiled.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
She inhaled, slowly counting to ten in her mind.
Then, shaking her head, Rain shifted her gaze away from the list of her Memories and tried to concentrate on the rest of the runes.
'...I'll force him to rewrite these descriptions, even if it will be the death of me!'
The runes read:
Echoes: —
Attributes: [Poet], [Godheart], [Mark of Shadows].
[Poet] Attribute Description: "Your soul is attuned to the melody of Names. The cadence of your heart gives shape to its will."
There was no surprise there.
[Godheart] Attribute Description: "Your heart is bonded deeply with the world."
Sunny had already explained this one when talking about her soul core. The choice of the name, though... was quite poignant, actually.
[Mark of Shadows] Attribute Description: "You are the Princess of Shadows, bearing the mark of their Lord. Shadows recognize you as one of their own."
A wide smile appeared on Rain's face against her will.
'So it's official now… I'm a princess!'
Her brother grinned.
"Of course you are."
Rain froze.
"W—wait… did I say that out loud?"
He laughed quietly.
"No… but it was written all over your face."
She threw a menacing glare at him, then turned back to the runes.
There were only a few strings left.
Aspect: —
Dream Realm Anchor: —
Flaw: [Crown of Thorns].
Flaw Description: [You cannot kill].
…And just like that, Rain's thoughts returned to her Flaw.
She sighed, covered the beautiful bracelet with the sleeve of the Puppeteer's Shroud, and lay back down.
Looking at the roof of her tent, Rain remained silent for a while, and then asked in a somber tone:
"Sunny, do you think... that it will be alright? The… all of it, I mean."
He did not answer immediately, looking at her from the darkness.
Eventually, a pale smile appeared on his lips.
Her brother nodded.
"Sure, it will. That's a promise."