Chachan took the wand and looked it over as critically as he could. As he had stated - wands and the like were mostly the wheelhouse of folks like the Goldsmith's Guild, along with the usual finer things like jewelry. The closest he had gotten to working with either was a staff he had made out of elemental material - basically a stick topped with a fist-sized hunk of fire crytal - and a small assortment of failed earrings made for Memeli that ultimately were sold off somehow by the incomprehensible business sense of Verad.
"Well, 's certainly bone 'r horn of some kind, I can def'nitely say that much," he affirmed, albeit weakly. Bone and horn was not uncommon in various weaponry and armor - either as the main component or simply as stylish decoration. What type eluded him initially, and his thoughts on the matter were briefly interrupted by Virara's outburst. "W-well now, I wouldn't say tha'..."
He tapered off as a memory tugged at the back of his mind. A young Xaelan warrior, not much older than he was at the time, who had ventured out of the Steppes to have his first weapon made. A dagger, made from one of his horns that had been torn off in the middle of battle with a rival tribe. The only reason why he remembered it was due to what the Au Ra had stated, spoken as if told to him by another.
"So that I may may learn from my mistake and never again be defenseless."
His father had simply nodded his head, taken the horn and - within a sun's time - presented the bone knife to the youngster. He paid his gil and then left. Chachan couldn't quite recall ever seeing him again. But he still could vaguely remember the horn as it sat on the counter, as it awaited its transformation in the forge. He hadn't gotten nearly this close to it, handled it, but there were enough similarities.
"A-ah... w-well... actually, y-y'know, funny story..."
"Well, 's certainly bone 'r horn of some kind, I can def'nitely say that much," he affirmed, albeit weakly. Bone and horn was not uncommon in various weaponry and armor - either as the main component or simply as stylish decoration. What type eluded him initially, and his thoughts on the matter were briefly interrupted by Virara's outburst. "W-well now, I wouldn't say tha'..."
He tapered off as a memory tugged at the back of his mind. A young Xaelan warrior, not much older than he was at the time, who had ventured out of the Steppes to have his first weapon made. A dagger, made from one of his horns that had been torn off in the middle of battle with a rival tribe. The only reason why he remembered it was due to what the Au Ra had stated, spoken as if told to him by another.
"So that I may may learn from my mistake and never again be defenseless."
His father had simply nodded his head, taken the horn and - within a sun's time - presented the bone knife to the youngster. He paid his gil and then left. Chachan couldn't quite recall ever seeing him again. But he still could vaguely remember the horn as it sat on the counter, as it awaited its transformation in the forge. He hadn't gotten nearly this close to it, handled it, but there were enough similarities.
"A-ah... w-well... actually, y-y'know, funny story..."
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