“What is that?”
Ayana asked in surprise, head tilted to a side. The woman huffed irritated and waddled towards them using her old cane for support. She looked quite annoyed.
“The dagger I gave your mother!”
Ayana sifted through the pockets hidden inside her cloak and pulled out the ornate dagger to show it to the woman. “You mean this?”
“Yes, that!” She nodded frantically, the bun on the top of her head bobbing up and down.
“What does my mother’s dagger have to do with anything?” Ayana scowled, clutching the heirloom closer to her chest.
“Everything.”
Her reply was clipped as she snatched the dagger out of Ayana’s hands, unsheathed it and examined it closely.
“Do you know what Moonstones represent?” The old woman asked, peering up at Ayana through her thick white lashes.
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