Foryx

Chapter 6-Caius

While Laurel goes up to change, I slide out the two white boxes from under the kitchen counter.
I slip into the living room and take out the Long silver box from behind the cabinet. It has silver patterns all over it.
I heave it under the kitchen counter. Done.
Laurel slides down the staircase banister.
" What's that...?"
"This first," I hand her the first white box.
She opens the flat box.
" It's beautiful!" She says, as she pushes aside the crepe paper to reveal... A bronze laurel wreath.
" So you WERE being serious," she says, referring to the eight year pun from when we'd first started living together.
Even though we'dhad been living together for eight years, we had only exclusively started dating three months ago.
I gently take off the usual worn black band she wears around her head and replaces it with the wreath.
"How do I look?"
"Perfect,"
The second box housed the charm bracelet I had bought two days ago.
I heaved the silver box onto the table.
"What-"
I smile. "Sixteenth birthday. Agrapath,"
Her eyes widen. "No way,"
"Yes way," I say and slide the box towards her.
She carefully unlatches the box and looks inside.
On a bed of velvet sits a silvery sword, with the
Same patterns as on the box.
Made of cold steel, a diverse mix of silver obsidian and steel which was frozen instead of fired to be made into a sword, It gives off the smoky blue energy sheen that made cold steel unique.
The hilt was decorated with Ravens mid-flight and vines curled around it.
Laurel let out a breath of wonder beside me. "It's beautiful... Thank you,"
Her fingers curled around the hilt.
An Agrapath was the sword every Foryx receives when they turn sixteen. Every blade was uniquely crafted to fit each person. It worked together with the individual's powers. Usually it was given by the parents, but since Laurel's parents were MIA( she had never talked about them before, and I respected her enough not to ask) I gave it to her instead.
She swung the blade a few times.
"Well don't cut off my head with it," I protested.
She tackles me with a hug, which I am a little nervous about, because with a sword in her hand, she could ~literally~ stab me in the back.
Thankfully, she didn't.
She buries her face in my shirt. "Thank you so much,"
"Least I could do," I say, stroking the black fur on her back.