Anduin peers down at the purse that Wrathion has tipped out into his hand, eyes widening in surprise at its contents. Gemstones. Of course, Wrathion could enchant the stone and Anduin could wear it, inconspicuously. In a piece of jewelry, perhaps?
The idea of it sends a little burst of warmth through Anduin. He has carried around his mother's locket, his father's compass, for some time now. To have something Wrathion has made for him -- even if it is for this purpose...
"It... Is my color, so I have been told," he says, flicking a pair of self-conscious blue eyes up to Wrathion, along with a tentative smile. "I think... If you made another pendant, it might perhaps be a bit too close to that of those the Merchant has given us. But perhaps..." Another moment's thought, before tentatively, "A ring? Not the most practical thing in a fight, to be sure, but. Maybe. I could wear it on a chain, when needed? Or." He pauses to give it another moment's thought, moving to hold out his own hand in consideration. "Maybe something... I could wear around my wrist?"
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The idea of it sends a little burst of warmth through Anduin. He has carried around his mother's locket, his father's compass, for some time now. To have something Wrathion has made for him -- even if it is for this purpose...
"It... Is my color, so I have been told," he says, flicking a pair of self-conscious blue eyes up to Wrathion, along with a tentative smile. "I think... If you made another pendant, it might perhaps be a bit too close to that of those the Merchant has given us. But perhaps..." Another moment's thought, before tentatively, "A ring? Not the most practical thing in a fight, to be sure, but. Maybe. I could wear it on a chain, when needed? Or." He pauses to give it another moment's thought, moving to hold out his own hand in consideration. "Maybe something... I could wear around my wrist?"