Artemis looked up at the package floating beside her in Glamerspear's teal telekinetic grasp as the three of them walked in the late afternoon sun towards the palace barracks' firing grounds and drill field. Surely the gift couldn't be a Valkyrie helmet; the case was far too large for that. And yet it seemed too short to be a spear -- shorter than the pegasus’ current longspear, at least, which was so big that it unscrewed into four pieces just to be able to fit on her back. Artemis’ current weapon was, in fact, twice as long as one of Honour's javelins or Lily's conjured munitions. But the mysterious gift was scarcely longer than those short weapons; far too small a weapon to wield in a pegasus' hooves.