"Modifying their sheaths? No, no, that would be an insult to their creator, and the blades themselves would not approve, either. As I said earlier, fair lady, do not earn their ire, lest you want to find their edge turn on you." [i]The mood got just a little gloomy for a moment, at least until Astra's hands slipped down Irina's arms, fingertips very lightly trailing across her clothing, sliding down her body, after, then clasping at her waist while the angelic lady pressed a big, loving smooch on the Vileblood's left cheek. She just seized the little moment to show some affection, how sweet.[/i] "A dagger, also? My, what a needy thing you are..." [i]She laughed quietly, playfully, her wings quivering as she kissed Irina's cheek again, right on her jawbone by her ear. Then, the woman broke away, hands returning to her sides as she slipped over to her lover's front, granting her first request, clearly. Her delicate hands gently wrapped around the hilts where the sheaths met them, her ten digits extraordinarily careful as she slowly pulled them away from Irina, inch by inch, bit by bit, treating the swords and their scabbards with respect -- something that was a tad odd, considering Astraeus murdered deities for fun. Regardless. Perfect, silvery blades were revealed slowly, shining in the sun, shimmering and glimmering, though the air that surrounded the metal was pitch black, almost as if the light about a half centimeter around the swords was being sucked up, leaving it black as the abyss. Still, they were fine piece of craftsmanship, with razor-sharp edges and sharp tips, free of any chinks or blemishes, perfectly symmetrical.[/i]