Eventually, they found themselves on the shore of the lake. The grey sky of Godgrave was shining far above, so the lake itself seemed grey, as well. However, at the same time, its waters shone resplendently, almost to the point that it was painful to look at it.
The water was still cool and refreshing, though — a fact that both Sunny and Nephis had already enjoyed.
Sunny in particular, who felt a bit drained after long hours of forging.
It had taken him many attempts to figure out how to work the silver alloy, in the end. Still, he managed to succeed.
Currently, Sunny was laying on a blanket, spinning a simple silver knife between his fingers. The knife did not possess any enchantments except for those that made it a Memory, but it had been forged in the flames of Neph's soul, and enchanted with her essence.
"May I?"