Cinder Collection Average quality, strand of reflected light
Dalton tilted the ring in his hands, watching the daylight streaming through the windows sparkle along its golden surface. As if plucking off a stray hair, the sorcerer reached with his hand and caught a strand of light as it gleamed, pulling it free from the ring. The thread glowed faintly, shimmering in the sunlight just as the ring did, but it was as fine as a strand of hair.
“I believe the inscription itself is Latin, although written in Greek script, as was the habit of the Byzantines,” Dalton informed easily, settling the thread into a rounded dish resting on the workbench for just such spontaneous collections of finer materials. “Poulchrīs. It can mean beautiful and, in a more figurative sense, noble or honourable.”
Dalton tilted the ring in his hands, watching the daylight streaming through the windows sparkle along its golden surface. As if plucking off a stray hair, the sorcerer reached with his hand and caught a strand of light as it gleamed, pulling it free from the ring. The thread glowed faintly, shimmering in the sunlight just as the ring did, but it was as fine as a strand of hair.
“I believe the inscription itself is Latin, although written in Greek script, as was the habit of the Byzantines,” Dalton informed easily, settling the thread into a rounded dish resting on the workbench for just such spontaneous collections of finer materials. “Poulchrīs. It can mean beautiful and, in a more figurative sense, noble or honourable.”