Great, the damn thing is floating and is the source of what appears to be a localized tornado.  It was a tad difficult to tell with the massive amount of whipping wind, but apparently all the wind seemed be cleaning up the sword; it was a lot shinier than it had been when she had set it atop the box.  But what was going on?  This couldn't be magic, could it?  She would have<em>sensed[</em>it!<br/><br/>As it stood though, the wind made it too difficult to try and approach, and it was hard enough to see as is.  Squinting hard, it looked as if the blade was almost done being 'cleaned'.   Swearing loudly, but nowhere near loud enough to be heard over the roar of the wind in her own home, Keela dropped to her knees and brought up a guard, weapons still in hand, to protect herself from flying debris as best as possible.<br/><br/><em>'This thing better end soon!  I won't have much of a house left if this keeps up!'</em>