[ Lightning nods once, silently, and loosely folds her arms together in front of her as she watches him take and then open the box. Truthfully, she's a little nervous about this- it's pretty much the most blatantly symbolic gift she's ever given, and it's hard to predict how it might go...
Because yeah, it's a long, elaborate knife- mostly pale green, tan, and silver, with a hand-length blade and... an actual sheathe, rather than the folding mechanism of a particular other knife it vaguely resembles.
And of course, considering how common it is for weapons and tools to bear their Cocoon-born owner's name on them somewhere, this one's no different-- although rather than just his first name, the entire thing is there, noticeably deliberate: "HOPE ESTHEIM," etched onto both sides of the blade.
Pretty damn bittersweet and Lightning know it, but... ]
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Because yeah, it's a long, elaborate knife- mostly pale green, tan, and silver, with a hand-length blade and... an actual sheathe, rather than the folding mechanism of a particular other knife it vaguely resembles.
And of course, considering how common it is for weapons and tools to bear their Cocoon-born owner's name on them somewhere, this one's no different-- although rather than just his first name, the entire thing is there, noticeably deliberate: "HOPE ESTHEIM," etched onto both sides of the blade.
Pretty damn bittersweet and Lightning know it, but... ]