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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]
Lorelai's night was one of restless slumber, tossing and turning with a lustrous pinion resting on her night stand. A token of friendship a reminder of the Tengu's help and something she would hope to call upon again in the future, but such things were distant uncertainties in the face of current events. Thus she wasted no time in returning to the black smith, greeting his little sister with a deluge of warmth as though she were compensating for an inability to do the same for Seirin. 

Between the life giving smiles and warmth of the younger sister, and the stiff, noble bearing of the brother, she could not help but think they required a wild eyed Susanoo to complete their family. Such musings gave way to wonder when she beheld her new and proper Yari, a weapon whose blade could be said to be one of a kind. Certainly no one had ever held a Muramasa forged from such material, yet Lorelai now cradled the shaft, tipping it hereto and forward to get a feel for the balance of it as well as the texture of the wood against her calloused palms.

Her smile burned as bright as the forge that brought such a weapon into creation and her fingers blurred as she gave it an experimental twirl away from the smithing siblings.

[color=crimson]"I fail to find the words to express my gratitude for this. You can not fathom how necessary this is now. I feel as though...I can finally have my grasp exceed my reach."[/color] She giggled then, finding the words clumsy and oafsome even to her own ears, and turned her radiant eyes to the smith himself. [color=crimson]"Does it have a name?"[/color]