Last spark from the ashes

Shaxx handles the shield with respect as he takes it to inspect, testing it with his own strength to see how it handles the force. His Ghost flies down to sweep it with the blue light of a scan. There's a noticeable lift of Shaxx's head after a moment, and Blaze can't resist chuckling when he speaks.

"Hmm. Heavier than it was - automatic mass adjustment? Where did you get this?" The serious negotiations over with, Shaxx's tone is all fierce interest again. "It's sturdy. Classical design. This will serve you well. You need to talk to Tarana Parvin downstairs. She knows more about shields like this than anyone else in the Tower. I'll send word that you're cleared for training."

"Thank you, sir." Blaze's gratitude is warm, though it gets her a very stern look in return. Direct, anyway. Shaxx's expressions have to be from his voice, and that's stern enough.

"Don't thank me, Titan. Just start showing your mark in the Crucible again. What, do you think surviving a few Wolf hunts makes you an Iron Lord? I want to see you in there learning from your elders, novice. Make time for it."

"Yes, sir." Blaze rubs an antenna, looking distinctly chastened. "I know I've still got plenty to learn. I'll be back."