Walks, Talks, and Things [P,IO]

Lexia would nod before she left, agreeing inwardly that she should get some sleep as she moved to her home and took up her weapon, sitting upon her bed and closing her eyes, attempting to concentrate in order to will the vision of Yuriko into existence, remembering dreamily the moment when her lips touched the other's, when she felt the comforting warmth that came with such and which rekindled her inner fire, giving her the will once more to fight, to continue onward, to never give up as long as she was still able to stand. Smiling softly with her eyes closed, Lexia would fall backward onto the bed and drift off into a peaceful sleep, becoming lost in her own mind.

Lexia dreamt of Yuriko and of the Knight, of the spirit blade Aufero and of her own weapon. She saw her own potential, that of a sort of Valkyrie, a defender of the Light and Guardian of the sacred blade which was worn upon the hip of the girl known as Angerona, and lastly she saw the image of the man she had met, fighting side-by-side with Angerona and Aufero, as if they were partners, but something about Angerona seemed much different, she appeared happier there, almost as if she were her old self once more but stronger, better suited to fighting yet at the same time holding a tenderness to her appearance, she once more resembled Yuriko.

Lexia wondered, as she slept, if Angerona would ever once more become Yuriko, or if the two were never meant to be separated. However, her main concern at the moment still remained her own weapon, and just how she would be able to use it to help defeat Angerona if needed, or defend herself. What purpose did such an old antique hold to the Darkness, anyway? What was it's true purpose and why was it here, now, in her hands?

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