Prompt #24: Undertone
Syluss was inside Destiney’s house, though at this point it was about their house as much he spent there. The neighbors were more familiar with him as time went on and despite being in Thanalan, her house was situated right next to the pool entrance. Good property. But that was not on his mind. Instead he was sitting in the grass under the trees in the yard and slowly carving out a wooden ring. He held up a metal ring from Destiney’s collection and matched the sizing of it, before setting it down and adjusting it a bit more. Once he had it sized he took a small batch of fine dragon scales and layered the outside of it with a smooth covering. Once it set he lined the inside with some felt to make the ring soft and slide on and off Destiney’s finger easier. Looking over the ring, his years of woodworking and leather craft paying off.
Setting it down, the dark violet blue scales shimmered in the light. Jewelry wasn’t something he was big into wearing. But others may. And while the ring itself was exactly that, just a ring, the meaning beneath it was so much more important. A gift to his beloved, maybe not a proper engagement ring by traditional standards, yet Syluss was anything but traditional. He wanted to get his fiancé proper ring, one made from his hands and from his heart. That’s what made it special in his eyes.
Spirit of the Warlock 