-kye
thats pretty neat
*looking enthusiastically at the knife*
Cassy smiled gently, also looking at the knife. "Yeah, it really is," she said. "All the members of my species have knives like this... We're matched with them at birth, in a way. It's kind of hard to explain (since I haven't come up with an explanation for that yet), but I can never be parted from this, even in death." The crat slowly slid the knife back into its sheath at her waist. "Thankfully, I've got wings, so I don't need to worry about airport security. But it was hard explaining it to my doctor the first time I went for a check-up."