this is like barely anything but here you go
“Starsilver??”
“Better than that. It’s truesilver.”
Sésõlam’s mouth fell open in surprise, and she turned the dagger around in her hand again, filled with a newfound sense of respect for the weapon. Her finger slowly stopped bleeding, much later than one would expect from the depth of the wound.
“Is.. Is this yours??”
“It is. And as my vessel, you’re wearing it tonight for Settlement Day.”
Sésõlam very carefully put the dagger on the table. Oesala laughed, and took control of the arms. She picked up the dagger, and flipped it around, letting it fall on the table which produced a high, piercing tone.
“Don’t worry about being careful with it. It’s truesilver, you won’t manage to make the slighest scratch in it unless you really try.”
Sésõlam picked the dagger up again, not being able to help herself from being very careful with it, and put it back into the sheathe.
“I won’t be able to show it off, though.. it’ll be in its sheathe, right??”
“Let’s hope we find someone to use it on, then....”
Sésõlam smiled a bit, unsure whether it was a joke or serious.
“Now, you’re all dressed up, so let’s go to the feast, talk to the boring people, and then have fun!