Armia lay on her bed. In one hand, she was holding a stuffed lionwolf, in the other she was holding Isabella's wand, fiddling with it.
The golden finish gleamed in the soft light of her room, and she couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship.
It was surprisingly sturdy, as she found out from giving it a few squeezes, likely reinforced to withstand Armia's darian strength.
[Hm, so this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing? She had this made specifically for me...]
Armia wasn't too sure what to make of that.
[I have to admit,] Armia thought, however. [It does look... special. I haven't actually gotten a chance to use these things yet.]
She found herself smiling.
[I'm actually kind of excited.]
