[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4y69RxS.png?1[/img][/center][right][hr][color=gray][b]Guixiang, City of Living Rubies[/b]
Sometime in the Past[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]“It’s a beautiful sword, xiongdi.”

The voice was foreign and strange to Shuozhen, but all very familiar. But the past was often that when it came to an exalted, especially one as newly minted as she was. It may have only been an instant in the present, but for Shuozhen’s perception it was quite the opposite, like she had been grasped by the ever longing fingers of a pertinent memory that was playing out in her head. The imperial woman looked downward, the very sword that had been handed off to Meymun before her eyes; though it was in this case that it was new and freshly forged. Freshly forged by [i]her hands.[/i] 

Did this mean she had a connection to the sword because she was the forger? The sword’s very own creator? 

Before she could contemplate much more she heard another voice and she was back in the present, almost staring at the man who held the sword in their hands.[/indent]