Fenris peers at the ring turning purple, having to remind himself that it's probably not infused with some kind of magic or curse, before his gaze returns to the glowstick being held out to him, hanging from a leather cord and swinging side to side like a pendulum.
He takes it into his hand and gives it a once-over, turning it over and watching the bubble inside race from one end of the stick to the other. After a moment he wordlessly puts it on. The glow of the blue liquid really does look an awful lot like Lyrium. Except there's something infinitely more comforting about it that he can't quite place. ]
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Date: 2022-01-10 11:22 pm (UTC)Fenris peers at the ring turning purple, having to remind himself that it's probably not infused with some kind of magic or curse, before his gaze returns to the glowstick being held out to him, hanging from a leather cord and swinging side to side like a pendulum.
He takes it into his hand and gives it a once-over, turning it over and watching the bubble inside race from one end of the stick to the other. After a moment he wordlessly puts it on. The glow of the blue liquid really does look an awful lot like Lyrium. Except there's something infinitely more comforting about it that he can't quite place. ]