#he doesn't know what is normal viera behavior

[ceniwen]

Bunnys boop noses for attention

[valorxdrive]

araya doesn't know what the boy would be interested as a gift, so she thought something far from being normal... a replica of her claymore, if not a bit smaller to the one she carries on her back. the viera shrugs "i don't know what boys want these days, so you can this... if you don't want it, you can give it back"

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♕ -  He’s left in stunned moment of silence at what he receives. By no means is it the actual idea of gift giving that comes as a foreign concept, rather, it’s who decides to take that moment after their starting mishap of a meeting. Settled before his eyes would be a glaring replica of the energy infused blade he came to study once upon a time. Sora’s lips remain mildly draped open as he comes to study over the final details, from the polished shine to the ornate, and spiked riddled edges that adorn the blade, giving it oppressive aura to all who dared to challenge it.

“All this.. For me?” Part of Sora couldn’t deter from feeling unworthy of the honor so soon. Who knows how much time and effort it must’ve taken to get this created. None the less it’s here, it’s meant for him, that casual nature she exudes doesn’t hide that fact.

Being met with those stark words had made an awfully familiar jab to him. One that’s nostalgic, that holds a tender warmth, such behavior somehow having it’s means to complimenting his own. There’s no further need for words as he steps forth, keeping before Araya as he takes a hold of it, welcoming it’s weight in terms of both purpose and physical matter, the sleeping strength teeming within this weapon due from intent and emotion alone. As a wielder of the Keyblade... Things like this managed to be discerned like second nature.

Aspects of the Heart always knew how to sing true no matter how guarded a person may be. Bringing it closer, blue eyes travel intently over the darksteel streaked with a crimson fang, to the over the ornate, silver bursts of wings that settle as a compliment to the intimidating hilt. Yeah. Enough answers stirred within his creative mine that he knew what to do.

It would all begin by keeping the claymore standing, blade first against the ground while he draws forth the keyblade in his other hand.

Allowing the Kingdom Key’s keychain to hover at the crimson crown of the claymore would begin quite the transmogrifying event.

Light would find itself the binding element and guide for the darkness of this weapon. Bursts of the two elements would erupt in a coalesced fissure, the spirals of energy finding themselves knitting together before the claymore seemingly found itself absorbed into his weapon, which in turn began to release a sharp whine as newest keychain gave it a new form.

A lot of the said aspects would be similar, obsidian and scarlet being the two dominating colors. Yet where it changes would be the extended wings upon the guard, both of them making a rippling band of silver to connect from the hilt to the precious place. Lower down, that golden crescent of steel would find itself extending, blistering out three sharp fangs, fitting for the key’s teeth as with a burst of wind, the transformation found itself complete, a new keyblade had been born into his arsenal!

“...Thank you.” Gratitude is strong within his tone as he looks up towards her. With a closer look, the originally forged claymore could be seen, leagues smaller as it now settled as the token of this weapon’s new keychain.

”For this boy, it does the trick exactly. I promise ya I’ll take good care of it!” A single hand would hold the weapon high, allowing it to release it’s silent warcry as it ached to be given a test drive.