Sharpen the Steel

The moment that Fern had been dreaming of had finally arrived and the gray girl worries she is in a dream. As she looks from the sword to Artorias, she knows this is real and, with that knowledge, her smile keeps growing. She vows not to let him down and Art responds with a simple nod stating that he knows she won’t. She gives a brief nod before turning her attention to naming the sword. The Aegis waits patiently as the girl tries to think of a fitting label, finally settling on Lark’s Song. While most larks have a beautiful song, this one has a sharp edge with a promise of death. She looks to Art once more, asking if it is a good name and he states it is. Then he slides his sword over next to her’s and says some words. Fern latches onto them, holding the promise close to her heart as the blades shine in the firelight.

Artorias finishes his speech, moving to gather up his sword and Fern mirroring his movements, sliding the honed blade into the hunter green scabbard before slinging over her back. The weight settles and the gray girl looks to Art as he explains the next steps, absorbing all the information eagerly, nodding when he mentions using their swords to train with now. With that, the Aegis heads for the door, the gray girl with her hunter green scabbard following him out. When she crosses the threshold, Fern casts a look back to the room, a new sense of happiness blossoming in her chest. Now that she has free access, she will be here a lot, if not to hone or maintain her weapon, then to familiarize herself with the equipment. With that, Fern follows Artorias out with a new spring in her step.


"Fern Lark"