Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20140923224129/@comment-29458028-20140928042321

Freyja was shocked by what she had seen, which meant the dagger was indeed enchanted with something, but she couldn't pin it down. She hoped it wasn't some daedric Animus. She wanted to pick up the dagger, but she obeyed and went out to the cart.

She knew her subconscious would have formed a perfect image, even if it was only a split second. She would get her brother to read her memories and send the image back to her, when she dreamt. He was busy now.

If she could just pick the dagger up. It would be easier.

(Yes! I like this sort of mysteries)