Ebony gazed deep into Ariadne's eyes, ever so carefully she pulled the elf towards her not wanting to startle her and placed the gentlest of kisses on her lips. Pulling back slightly she smiled shyly " I see, then by all means..." Ebony carefully undid the belt holding the sword to her waist and offered it one handed to the beautiful woman before her.<br/><br/>"Take it" Ebony urged, still holding Ariadne's hand in hers, she squeezed it reassuringly " I already have the blade my father gave me... And I've no skill with a sword..   And if it belonged to your grandfather" Ebony rambled on, quite unable to stop. She was not new to love but never had she felt the way she did since first meeting Ariadne.