Show and Tell

[Rosalynd]

Gideon picks up the first item and holds it up to the moonlight. “This,” he explains as he twirls a small blade, no bigger than my palm blade around his fingers, the bone gleaming dully, “Is called an athame. It is used for preparing spell components and other ritual uses. Every member of our coven has one. It must be gifted or crafted, it cannot be bought.”

“I made this blade when I was 15 years old,” he muses, “I had just come into my power. My grandmother taught me how to craft it, and how to make the bone respond to my wishes. It took me all summer to get it right.” Flipping it around in his hand, he wraps it in a silk cloth and hol