There wasn't a lot that slipped past Dorian and this was certainly nothing he was attempting to hide. It was far from complete - but the elf couldn't bear to keep it secret. Harritt and Dagna would be able to finish it over the coming days but he needed to show his lover what they'd crafted. There were still pieces that needed to be found, runes that had to be crafted, blades and grips to be properly forged. They had a start though, and he hoped Dorian could appreciate it.
"Do you remember when you told me how you wanted a staff crafted with a falling star?" he asked, canting his head, smiling falling a bit as he shifted his weight between his feet, letting out a bit of a sigh, shoulders sagging. "I spoke to Dagna about that - she told me how rare it is to be able to find any remnants of one once they reach the ground, how the ones she's seen look no different from ordinary rocks found on a cliff... " he frowned a little as he explained that, his knitting a bit as he glanced down.
He took a step forward, holding out what was wrapped in the cloth now - it was wide but it was round, that smile slowly returning to his face. "In the stories though, Dagna says what she'd researched in the Circle told her of mages who'd crafted staves from the stars themselves. They were brilliant colours, able to catch the light and reflect them to whatever hue they desired... She found a way to compound a few metals together, I wanted to show you - before we use it in anything. See if it looks like anything from the stories you know."
Beneath that cloth was a mass as clear as polished glass - sturdy like iron but as light as Dawnstone. There wasn't much light here but Bramen had seen what it did when Dagna held it up - the way it seemed to sparkle and erupt with colour. He didn't know what the arcanist had managed to put together, what dwarven tricks she'd used but even Harritt seemed impressed by it. Bramen could only hope Dorian was too.
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"Do you remember when you told me how you wanted a staff crafted with a falling star?" he asked, canting his head, smiling falling a bit as he shifted his weight between his feet, letting out a bit of a sigh, shoulders sagging. "I spoke to Dagna about that - she told me how rare it is to be able to find any remnants of one once they reach the ground, how the ones she's seen look no different from ordinary rocks found on a cliff... " he frowned a little as he explained that, his knitting a bit as he glanced down.
He took a step forward, holding out what was wrapped in the cloth now - it was wide but it was round, that smile slowly returning to his face. "In the stories though, Dagna says what she'd researched in the Circle told her of mages who'd crafted staves from the stars themselves. They were brilliant colours, able to catch the light and reflect them to whatever hue they desired... She found a way to compound a few metals together, I wanted to show you - before we use it in anything. See if it looks like anything from the stories you know."
Beneath that cloth was a mass as clear as polished glass - sturdy like iron but as light as Dawnstone. There wasn't much light here but Bramen had seen what it did when Dagna held it up - the way it seemed to sparkle and erupt with colour. He didn't know what the arcanist had managed to put together, what dwarven tricks she'd used but even Harritt seemed impressed by it. Bramen could only hope Dorian was too.