Elder Blood Witcher 411 Giving Ciri His Sword

Reima shakes his head, "No.. Not to you atleast"

Ciri "And you?"

Reima waves his hand, "Don't mind the additional stuff, let's get started... The Ball's in the afternoon and I'd rather meet up with Fleur during breakfast to get everything sorted."

Ciri nods and sits next to him cross-legged with Snuffles finding a comfortable place in-between them.

Reima "I've already channelled a couple thousand souls into the Kiln, drip a couple drops of blood into the Kiln... From what I've seen this'll only work with people of "our" const.i.tution as the Elder Blood seems to fuse with our physical bodies and souls, thus creating a physical tether that can be manipulated in good ways... And bad, though I doubt anyone is as good with soul manipulation as I am at this point." he quickly says, most of which goes over Ciri's head but she bites her thumb and places it forwards to allow her blood to drip into the Kiln which turns a Turquoise colour from the usual white.

Ciri "Is this enough?"

Reima nods and retrieves something that dazzles both her and Snuffles. It's a floating ephemeral crystal? Or something... It's blue and glows weirdly. "This is Seath the Scaleless soul. Pretty aint it?" he asks receiving a nod from both. "Now, I'll need you both to stay still an quiet while I do this... Also, what kind of weapon would you prefer? I think I can try manipulate the outcome..."

Ciri "Um, something similar to the swords Geralt taught us to use? I'd rather not have to change my style completely." she says after a moment.

Reima nods, "Two handed straight sword coming up..." he says while putting Seath's soul into the Kiln, causing blue mist to form and start flowing from the bowl, Ciri almost gets up but is stopped by Reima who gives her a glare.

Reima pulls his focus entirely onto the Kiln and what's happening to the soul, he can feel Seath's will trying to eclipse his own but he easily squashes it and maintains control. The dragon couldn't defeat Gwyn, how would he even start to defeat him who possessed the power of all the Lord Souls. He pushes more souls into the Kiln when he sees the process taking it's time, he tries to speed it up while pus.h.i.+ng and prodding it's form into the shape he desires.

Ciri watches as the Kiln glows brighter and brighter, blue and green lights seem to be fighting eachother but the green wins and takes over blue, afterwards she can see white lights being pushed from Reima's hands into the Kiln which has the colours inside increase in speed.

After an hour Reima sighs in relief and rolls onto his back, he'd finally completed it... To be honest other than Gwyndolin's soul he hadn't ever tried to transpose a soul as big or powerful as Seath's, the latter was way more powerful than Gwyndolin anyway...

"Wow", he can hear Ciri's voice and slowly gets up to observe her reaction. Inside the Kiln Turquoise light coalesce into a thin shape before condensing into it's final form. It's blade is about 100cm or 39inches and looks like the same material as the MoonLight Greatswords blade, though it's tinted green rather than blue. It's guard is a gold material and the handle is covered in black dragonskin to increase it's grip, it also has a gold pommel in the shape of a dragon's head.

Reima reaches up and grabs it but finds that it doesn't seem to want to be in his grip, he hands it to Ciri and lifts Snuffles from her lap to allow her to play around with it.

Ciri appraises it for a couple minutes, taking the most time examining the crystal blade. Once done she goes through a couple forms before attempting a few slashes, the blade whistles through the air smoothly which draws a smile to her face. She then attempts a heavy strike similar to the one she'd done with the Drake sword...

Reima sees this and backs away, feeling as if he's seeing the Moonlight Greatswords little sister in action.

*CRAs.h.!.+*

The wall is gouged as a turquoise blade of light smashes into it from Ciri's glowing blade. She looks at it in shock and then back to Reima. "This is incredible!" she exclaims.

Reima smiles back at her, "I'm glad you-" he's stopped as her lips are pressed against his. After Reima presses his advantage abit more they both recover their breathes, "If you're going to kiss me for giving you a sword then I've got a few more that you might like" he says sarcastically.

Ciri laughs and shakes her head but realises something, "I've got no sheathe for it..."

Reima "I'll owl someone in Diagon alley to get one made, good?"

She nods, "Let's get breakfast, I've had enough excitement... Atleast until the Ball actually starts." she says, handing him the sword which he seals away in his Folded s.p.a.ce.

They make their way to the Great Hall and immediately spy many people devouring the various things laid out, they're all filling foods which seems to have some of the girls trying to diet complaining about it... One of which is a certain French witch who's sitting at the Gryffindor table and drawing a lot of attention.