Da Capo (Manifesto)

[Zhenya]

Zhenya took the coin between two delicate fingers, twisting it to peruse both sides. On one sat the grinning face of a demon, and on the other the same creature with instead a look of abject terror. She did not find it particularly tasteful to look at. A thin thread of seidr probed an inspection, but no resonance responded as she had seen with other objects connected to the power. It satisfied her interest. “That is true,” she agreed, “unless it is simply lost. Where did you say you had found it?”

She offered it back with a smile. His earnestness for the mystery was quite adorable. “Of its age, I do not know, nor how to tell. But I have a friend quite talented in unearthing such knowledge. I could call upon his assistance, if you wish. I’m sure he would do me the favour.”