In the warmth of the kitchen, late morning sunshine poured through the window, illuminating the exchange. There were few who bothered with such ceremonies. Yet, the Master continued speaking, voice kept even and lips careful not to curve into a smile as he watched his youngest apprentice consider the Master Keeper with all the consideration due such a vow.
"So long as you have the makings, Then through this simple act of taking, Its wielder you shall one day be."
When Ventus nodded, then reached for the Key, the blade itself seemed to grow warm in his hands, an almost furry sense of approval purring against palms with an energy that was bright within the mind's eye, before slipping away again leaving only black metal and eccentric shape. Or perhaps that was something only Eraqus sensed. The Keyblade - whatever blade it happened to be - still kept some of its own secrets.
It was a promise accepted, by both Keyblade and Keyblade Master. Whatever it might have been - it was not for Eraqus to ask, but one he would support the best he could. The sword disappeared in another bright spin of golden shapes, and Eraqus let his hands come to rest against his legs.
And allowed himself a slightly rueful smile. "Under other circumstances.. This would be where I welcome you home." He did not make motions to move, not yet (and he suspected he'd still be painfully stiff when he did); he waited instead for Ventus to say, or perhaps do something.
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"So long as you have the makings,
Then through this simple act of taking,
Its wielder you shall one day be."
When Ventus nodded, then reached for the Key, the blade itself seemed to grow warm in his hands, an almost furry sense of approval purring against palms with an energy that was bright within the mind's eye, before slipping away again leaving only black metal and eccentric shape. Or perhaps that was something only Eraqus sensed. The Keyblade - whatever blade it happened to be - still kept some of its own secrets.
It was a promise accepted, by both Keyblade and Keyblade Master. Whatever it might have been - it was not for Eraqus to ask, but one he would support the best he could. The sword disappeared in another bright spin of golden shapes, and Eraqus let his hands come to rest against his legs.
And allowed himself a slightly rueful smile. "Under other circumstances.. This would be where I welcome you home." He did not make motions to move, not yet (and he suspected he'd still be painfully stiff when he did); he waited instead for Ventus to say, or perhaps do something.