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Clang. A blooming sound flourishes before me.
No— not blooming. Booming. Sonorous as solid steel.
There was not an ounce of floridity in her armor, rustic as the frigid knight.
There’s no way you -could- call the sound blooming.
It was essentially steel resonating.
But, by the sheer beauty of that knight, did that dissonance become a bell’s melody.