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Faith is curled up on one of the sofas in front of the fireplace, coffee cup in hand and a pensieve expression on her face.

Yeah, Faith's thinking. No it doesn't hurt.

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Faith's method of choosing may be mildly entertaining too.

She juggles.

All three, at once.

The proprietor may be aghast, but Arithon has...faith...in her.

"Do let me know which you like best, Jiask."

And he starts counting out money for the other two. He can get reimbursed for Ingress', he's certain. She needs to start learning with something metal.

Faith's ease with weapons is fairly obvious, and made even more so when she throws all three into the air, delivers a roundhouse kick to an opponent who isn't there, and then catches the blades neatly before holding her selection out.

"That one (http://www.odinblades.com/Swords2k/SpathaX.jpg)."

So money is counted out for that one, as well, and Arithon takes the resulting packages with a quiet compliment to the owner of the store.

"When we get back,"

He mentions as they leave,

"I will put a ward on it for you. What would you like it to be able to do?"

"What? Wait, that's for me?"

Faith blinks at him, rather a lot.

"You're serious?"

"I already have a magic sword."

He grins up at her,

"A very nice one, handed down for 1,504 generations of s'Ffalenn. Why would I need another?"

"...uhm."

Stare.

"...wow. What...thank you. You don't have to...what can you make it do?"

"I can make it glow in the face of danger. I can give it harmonics to disrupt thiere...although considering how many of the dead Milliways is home to, it would be best if we found one of those that you hunt and tuned it to that precisely. I can give it an enchantment to let you wrap shadows around yourself as I am able to for hiding. I can make it so that you may see in the dark when you hold it."

He considers, brow wrinkling,

"I could cause it to give you warning if magic was being used on you. I could cause it to disrupt spells sent at you. Only one or two of the above, however. More might interfere with the strength of the metal."

Faith stares.

"...uhm. Wow. I. Can. Think? Because. Wow. That's...wow."

Beat.

"I can already see in the dark though. Slayer thing. And there's a couple of the kind of vampires I hunt in Milliways, so..."

"Of course."

He grins again,

"Seeing in the dark is terribly useful, is it not? There are? May I ask whom?"

"Uhm, well, Angel, he's a friend, and Spike is...sort of a friend. And Druscilla has her soul so...also, sort of a friend, I guess. But there's also Penn, and he doesn't have a soul. And that's all, that I'm aware of."

"I don't think I have met any of them, but I can see how their presence would make that particular ward more difficult."

He's trying to figure out if he can tell where they are.

Nope. He's lost.

"The shadows thing would be neat, though. And the magic disruption thing too, that'd be nice."

"If you have not changed your mind in a week, then, I shall do that."

"Thank you."

"My greatest of pleasures."

He offers her a court-bow, deep and sincere.

"Now...where are we? And how do we get home?"

Faith eyes him for a moment, then embraces him, quickly and impulsively, and kisses him.

Not on the cheek.

Then she pulls back, looks for a street sign, gets her bearings, and points the way home.

He flushes, and if he weren't s'Ffalenn he'd be brilliant red. As is he's a rather darker shade of brown.

Then he follows after her, shaking his head and smiling.

It's a simple enough matter, finding their way back to Connor's apartment, and from there to Milliways.

She leaves him with a smile and another embrace, humming as she takes her new toy up to her room.

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