"Happy Birthday Ray'ven!" Morrigan smiled, brushing a strand of ebony locks from the now ten year old forehead. Ray'ven beamed up at her mother, emerald eyes sparkling happily as she held up a beautifully crafted dagger. The blade was dark as night with small gems adorning the hilt.
"Mama! Look what Uncle Rueborn got me. Isn't it pretty!" Morrigan's smile faltered a bit before she regained her composure.
"It is a mighty fine dagger, little bird, but how about we put it away, hmm. You have guests arriving to see you."
A pout formed on Ray'ven's lips, but she slid the blade into the customized sheath that her uncle had given her along with the dagger.
Morrigan grabbed her daughter's hand and began leading her down the hall. "Come, your father is waiting for you with a surprise."
