SCARBOROUGH FAIR / gifts

[Luciferr]

⬻ M A R R ⤖

That which does not kill you has learned to fear your name

Gifts were highly prized amongst he and his fellows - everything they could get their hands on was precious after all, resources being a prize above all as much as fully built weapons, sentimental gifts were often treasured for entirely different reasons of course - and knowledge was hoarded as much as the resources were among them like the dragons so many resembled.

When you lived with nothing, a gift was an banquets to a starving man.

Marr drifted closer to the grouping, still warily eying the angel though he could at least stand to be in the same vicinity for longer now - but some primal part of him never stopped watching and waiting to be proven right yet again as was the way of the ‘divine’, only one angel had ever passed such a test and it had been hard won on her.

Still, red on red on red eyes drifted to the basket as he passed by Hebi - giving the dark feline and his snake children a nod in passing - as he moved to inspect the gifts.

He might not find something for himself but, perhaps - perhaps collecting some small tokens for his children wouldn’t go amiss,

If he ever saw them again anyway, it would be something to hope for.

He selected a modest dagger, carved with elegance yet grace on the hilt - it might serve well for Kryll.

He took it in a tail tendril before nodding to the - typhonner? - with a short but well meant ”names Marr - thanks for this” sharply gesturing to the dagger.

"TALKING"