saiden
Staying entirely silent and mostly still as Maea deliberated, Saiden continued to stare at her, grinning all the while. When she finally agreed to the deal, his grin broadened. "Well done. We'll make a Torchliner of you yet." With that, he flipped his knife around. Slowly, he drew it across her palm, leaving a line of crimson in its wake.
Setting the blade on the table, he reached out with his own cut hand to clasp hers firmly with his own. "It's a deal, then." Leaning back, he nodded decisively. "It's a crystal, not a pearl. They grow on old cloud mantas. And the breathing underwater thing is a rumor. I've never seen it tested." He stood up from the table, snatching the napkin to wrap around his hand.
Setting the blade on the table, he reached out with his own cut hand to clasp hers firmly with his own. "It's a deal, then." Leaning back, he nodded decisively. "It's a crystal, not a pearl. They grow on old cloud mantas. And the breathing underwater thing is a rumor. I've never seen it tested." He stood up from the table, snatching the napkin to wrap around his hand.
