[Fluffie]

(Is this the one from the picture?)

"Thank ... you."

As the tirak holds out the cloth with the hilt sticking out from it, something seems to budge him from the back of his mind, telling him to go ahead, to go and take it. With his right hand, he reaches out after having put the scimitar away, on the table.
He takes the hilt of the blade, slowly but firmly closing his fingers around the hilt. Reaching out with his free hand, he takes the cloth and opens it, revealing more of the sword. Uncertain as to what he is exactly the feeling, he takes it out of the cloth, holding it in front of him - looking up and down at the blade. It looks, it feels...

He takes a short swing, making sure not to hit anyone or anything.

...it handles, familiar.
He closes his eyes and swings it around, not only trying to feel how it's balanced and how it handles - but also to see if he can seduce the feeling in the back of his head some more to come out into the open... Had this been his' before?