Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 2]

 I pulled out a spoon, which somehow counted as a weapon, and held it between finger and thumb, turning the back edge towards me as I prepared to etch a Rune onto the spot. Looking down at the paper as I worked, I etched a Rune I knew for a fact had been on other weapons in the Vault.

My Runesight labelled it `Ice` and `Cold`.

On the spoon, it glowed the same way, translated directly into my head with those two concepts and the distant feeling of a mountain in Atlas, and the blizzard we'd experienced there. Even the spoon itself felt cold to the touch.

Taking it, I rapped it against my arm gently.

A crackling sound heralded some thin ice stretching over my arm, making my hairs stand on end. A little frosty mist pooled from it as well. I could still move my arm though, for all that it was uncomfortable doing so.

—Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 2]