“I have one last piece of equipnt to hand out before I go.” Sapphire declared.
Anne looked over at Sapphire tearfully. She had not only stuck around but had remained to cling to her side since the mont Sapphire ca. It seed that Anne had a sort of sister complex toward Sapphire. Since Mary was her actual sister, it felt a bit sad. I was starting to understand the dilemma that Mary was under, and ultimately why she went out of her way to rescue Rubee when she was enslaved by Demon Lord Aberis.
Sapphire appeared to be a bridge between the two won. Anne had turned Sapphire into her surrogate sister, disowning Mary in the process. She had even made her select the na Rubee instead of Ruby because the other na shared too many similarities with Mary, and she couldn’t stand it. I had always wondered about that. Her other nas typically were based on gemstones, so I never understood why she had purposely misspelled it. She should have picked the sa na as Ruby, Chalm’s vice-guild master. I thought it was a deep dwarf thing, but apparently, the answer was far sillier.
Sapphire seed to take Anne’s reverence in stride. She acted like the big sister, never rejecting Anne, and maybe even spoiling her a bit. She could probably put an end to it with a few choice words but allowed Anne to keep looking up to her. I wondered if Mary had asked her to do that? I think Mary hoped that one day she could reconcile with her sister and that the only way to do it was through Sapphire.
“What is the last piece of equipnt?” I asked.
Sapphire blushed suddenly. “That… would be Master’s protection.”
I blinked. I had been so busy making sure everyone else got properly retrofitted that I had forgotten about myself. I was planning on going to war against the fey and using a dangerous power to presumably fight and repel them, and I hadn’t even bothered to consider my equipnt.
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“Yes, what did you bring for .” I tried to cover up my embarrassnt quickly.
“We don’t have ti now to improve Alysia, but I recently forged this sword that I think suits Master well.” Sapphire’s shyness told that she had personally made this weapon and probably given it a lot of thought.
I had enough experience with deep dwarves and more specifically Sapphire to know that making my armor specifically was sothing aningful to her. She brought out a long blade that seed to shine with blue-like steel. I wasn’t even going to ask what tals went into its creation. It was assuredly an alloy composed of tals so rare they weren’t found on the surface. It was large, balanced, yet surprisingly light. The handle was comfortable, and it looked sharp despite its size, but thick enough to be able to block an attack from the side.
“I’m being replaced!” Alysia cried out as I looked over the sword.
“Th-that’s not my intention!” Sapphire glanced tearfully at .
“Of course not,” I responded. “Alysia, rember in the deep when we were separated?”
“Th-that? What of it?”
“If for any reason, I am unable to use your strength, the sword becos sluggish. It’s like when you hold soone who is awake, versus a body that is a dead weight. The dead weight is much more difficult to handle. If I want to get better at wielding your blade, then I need to practice sotis with a blade that doesn’t have your support. This would do very well for that purpose.”
This wasn’t just an excuse I was making up on the spot. I had actually thought about this for so ti. I’d need to start practicing with a sword that didn’t give her kind of help, or would only grow so used to it I wouldn’t be able to live without it. At any ti, Alysia and I could be separated. It didn’t just happen in the deep, but King Roth had parted us once as well. She was my strength, and I didn’t want her to beco my vulnerability.
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