Her eyes looked curiously over the dais and the strange stone-like
gauntlets atop it.
Eagerly, she reached out and traced a
finger over the small statue carved in the middle of one.
Color
bloomed from her touch. The once stone surface melting into gold,
green, and purple metallics. A golden tendril wrapped up the
sylvari's arm. So quickly did they rise from their setting and attach
themselves to her arms, that she had no time to react.
It was
as they began to burn with fire that she let out a frightened cry
that brought Sunana running.
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