fourth sapling [ video ]
[ There appears to be nothing going on. Sunday is standing in the woods, turned away from the camera, and looking down at something in his hand.
Then he pulls the chain that holds it up over his head. There's a soft clink of metal.
There's the glint of sunlight on what appears to be gold, but that's short-lived; what is obviously his shifter goes from inactive to active, lengthening into what appears to be a scythe pole.
Then it warps, stretching some more. The handle goes from smooth to rough; it looks more like a stick, or carved wood, than an artificially-made pole.
When that's finished growing, something that looks like darkness made solid begins to form a formidable blade, curving into an undoubtedly sharp point.
He hefts it up and rests it on his shoulder for a moment; the curved blade reaches to the ground, the point coming to a stop in the grass.
When he speaks, he sounds pleased. ]
Excellent.
Then he pulls the chain that holds it up over his head. There's a soft clink of metal.
There's the glint of sunlight on what appears to be gold, but that's short-lived; what is obviously his shifter goes from inactive to active, lengthening into what appears to be a scythe pole.
Then it warps, stretching some more. The handle goes from smooth to rough; it looks more like a stick, or carved wood, than an artificially-made pole.
When that's finished growing, something that looks like darkness made solid begins to form a formidable blade, curving into an undoubtedly sharp point.
He hefts it up and rests it on his shoulder for a moment; the curved blade reaches to the ground, the point coming to a stop in the grass.
When he speaks, he sounds pleased. ]
Excellent.