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Custom blades... "I would be honored to inspect them - who made them, may I ask?" She held out her hands to recieve them. She was always happy to inspect another's work. It was partially professional admiration, and partially learning from their work.

"I see." she said. So the girl before her was blue skinned with green markings (speckles?) and a little on the short side. Fair enough. Height was variety, and variety was beautiful - it was also a handy way to tell her sisters apart, at times. If Aisha had given this young woman a shorter stature, then Aisha had her reasons and she was sure that she was beautiful.

"All right. Another time, perhaps." She whistled to Peyla, who dipped in disappointment before putting the shiny stones away. She stated the price - in coin, since she was abroad. She'd worked with her sisters to set up the prices, as well as the discounts for sisters. And, in this case, an extra discount for hybrids - they had to deal with so much already, after all. Perhaps not these as much, though. Idly, she wondered how the Matorians felt about the hybrids in their midst, but from the sound of things, life had been good.

Good.

"Aisha is our Mother. She is a goddess in the form of a great and beautiful tree, guiding us with wisdom and love and grants children to parents she deems worthy - like your own." she smiled. Of course, in Dyakida's case, she had been brought forth through of Aisha's own voilition, but her parents had always told her that she was the answer to the plea they never made. "Her roots run deep under the isles - and even into Jauhar, where she cleanses the land and brings life to it. Her branches are vast and her leaves grow thick and deep purple - but sunlight still shines through, in spears of golden light... and there is a glow all around her..." her voice was wistful as she spoke. She missed being able to see Her. "She is... beautiful."

Masika felt bad that she'd not given the little thing something to do to feel proud of. "I'm sorry, maybe when I need a new set I'll come find you." There was a nod of her head as she hoped that the creatures spirits would lift.

Then began the telling of Aisha and she was captivated. While there were trees in Matori, and even some in Oba, none of them sounded as beautiful or as impressive as Aisha. To know that the root system alone was massive made her wonder if perhaps another tree was from the same roots. If that could at all happen. Her mother's mother cleansed the land. Brought it life. Leaves of a deep purple were tempting and paired up with golden spears of light made it irresistible. "I would love to see her some day. Everything you have said..." Masika was at a loss for words. The description closely matched what her mother had told her but this one just had that something extra. That emotion. "I want to see that beauty." Turning to look at her mother she gave a slightly pleading look.

Her smile was turned on her daughter, though it was a soft one. V'demhe wasn't so sure speaking of beauty in such a way was best since the sister before them couldn't see it. Still, her head gave a nod and she watched Masika's face light up. It seemed she would need to make a trip to Chibale sometime in the future. And here she had already promised to escort her son to Zena. Ah well, the exercise would do her good.

When Dyakida asked what the blades looked like she gave her attention back to the woman and thought about how she would be able to give an adequate description. So she reached out to take Dya's hands in hers so that she could guide them. Dem started at the handle. "There are some decorations hanging off the ends. Mostly some beads and a bit of fringe. The beads are a deep red." From the very end she guided the woman's fingers over the debits in the grip. "I wanted a touch of home in the handle so I asked for some vines and leaves to be etched into it. The main color is white pearl but the etching is a soft green." Since the guard was nothing special she didn't spare any words for it. Instead she went on the blade.

Making sure that Dyakida's fingers only touched the back of the blade. "The metal of the blade is Damascus and it too has etching into it. A tree." If it wasn't obvious by now there was a pattern to her weapons. She missed home. "The back arcs from the hilt then surges forward. The hook is there to cause more damage when it's pulled free." Dem intended her blades to be sharp and to penetrate clear to the guard.

"The edge has some arcs as well. Something akin to an over sized serrated blade but it is only near the tip." As she said all of this and guided her sister's hands she was viewing her weapons with pride. When her hands finally came away from Dya's she took a breath. "It was all as I requested. Sirap truly did a wonderful job in putting up with my demands."

"It's beautiful." Dyakida said. The metal held the etchings well, and she could tell that it was sharp and well weighted. It told her something about this Sister, too - though she had half-water children and lived far from Chibale, and though her weapon was not made by Alkidike hands, she still carried something of her homeland and their mother with her in her heart and in her hands. She wished she could work with metal, but without a trainer to show her the way - and without sight - she dared not risk her precious hands.

Dyakida chuckled. "It happens." she chuckled, "We are larger than the earthlings are, after all." and more imposing. And stronger. And very intense. Dyakida would not be surprised if earthlings were intimidated. Not at all. "From the feel of these, though, he respected you and wanted you to be fearsome. These are fine blades." she gestured to V'demhe to take them back and return them to their sheaths. "I'd like to meet this Sirap..." she smirked wryly, "If he is not too afraid of me to talk about weapons, that is."

Masika giggled at Dya's answer. "Well that's true." Though she wasn't so sure that it was her mother's height that had done it. When her mother wanted something her demands came out grumpy like. With the woman saying that she wanted to meet the man that made her mother's blades she grinned. That would be something to see! Then again, Masika hadn't met the man yet herself.

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A smirk played at her lips and made her lip ring glint in the light. "I suppose you are right. Though I think it would be more the fact that you create such amazing weapons without your sight and he relies so heavily on his." Who wouldn't be intimidated by that? Someone who lacked a crucial sense could be better than someone who had it. If that didn't intimidate someone then they were truly the baddest of people.

With the price of the blades being stated she didn't bother trying to haggle. Had Dya been an earthling vendor she might have but there was a certain level of respect V'demhe had for her own. So she handed over the coin that had become common place for her to carry. "Here you go. And thank you. When my other daughter is ready for another set I shall eek you out."

An interesting thought, though Dyakida tried not to boast about her skill like that. It was something to be proud of, but also not.

Dyakida checked the payment with her fingers, eyebrows raising in some concern. This was more than she'd actually wanted to get. She couldn't exactly tell them that she'd overcharged a little bit out of habit, so she'd just have to remember for next time and lowball her prices to even the scales. Or just give the girl her new runes for free when the time came, like she did with many hybrids born of Aisha.

Concience salved, she smiled. "Seek me out in Andile when you are ready - that is in Jauhar." she added, in case it wasn't clear.