"Aurum and Argentum. Perhaps we should line the sheaths with strands.. golden weaves and silver. Color coding, if they would appreciate that." [i]Irina's eyes stared upon those swords, her mouth left slightly gaping as she would study the sheathed blades, still holding onto their firm, comforting grips with those smooth, synthetic hands. She stroked their hilts with her thumbs as she pressed their prints against the leather, a widened smile creeping across that pale face with every growing second.[/i] "...Oh, Astra. I don't know if you should trust me with such tools. They are fantastically designed, and so perfectly crafted and suited for a swordsman. But.. I almost feel unworthy to even grasp their hilts. ...Can you remove their sheaths for me, dear? I simply wish to peer upon their blades. And.. if you don't mind, perhaps you could find me a dagger to wield as well, if I was disarmed in the midst of combat?"