A Delicious Snack

A red and golden haze filled the edges of Nryielle's vision, obscuring the edges of the dining room and limiting her view to Ashlynn, the sword of flame and the few people gathered immediately around her. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat when Ashlynn's hand hovered over the hilt of the blade. Just the presence of the blade had already weakened her to this extent, but if her love were to ignite the blade, she wasn't certain that she'd be able to tolerate its presence any longer. 

At the same time, she dared not tell Ashlynn to stop. The weapon presented too many opportunities to ignore, and at the same time, too many dangers. As much as her body cried out for her to shatter the blade, hide it away, or flee from it, she refused to be absent when Ashlynn attempted to use the deadly weapon. If anything went wrong, while she trusted that Ignatious and Heila would do their best to intervene, neither was as capable or as versed in sorcery as she was.