User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-28358106-20171106225053

The hugs are accepted, Tirush briefly nuzzling the side of Imperia's face, Partha pushing a little hard with her head before she pulls back. She stands there awkwardly, looking at the ground, before Tirush gives her a little nudge.

"Go on, little haaka."

Partha fiddles a bit, then speaks. "I...have a thing, a small thing.  It is, um, for you, because I tore your skin."

"Dress, haaka."

"Yes, that thing.  I tore your dress." Partha's eyes look around, as the distractions of her new environment take their toll on her attention. She focuses again. "I'm sorry.  I want to apologize and give you a thing, that is for your torn dress.  It is not a big thing.  It is two things, really.  But you may keep them both."

She reaches into her fur tunic and pulls out what looks like a little bundle of fur. Very gently, she opens it up carefully, almost reverentially.

Imperia can see that it is the whitest rabbit pelt she has ever seen. And nestled in the middle of it sits a remarkable obsidian stone, polished to an ethereal shine. It radiates the faintest energy, one unlike any she has ever felt before, warm and somehow comforting. She holds the pelt out, face up, presenting the stone.

"I wanted to give you my Vraan..."