[God Quest] Your did it

// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //

He'd kinda been putting this off ever since his life blew up, and because he's a bit afraid to talk to Safrin alone, which a few people who told him about her did not assuage, but everyone's a bit too busy to be bothered with coddling him. So Kaisel pulls his pants up and marches to the shrine like a big boy.

He deposits a particularly shiny rock he'd picked up during the hell of Stormbreak's evacuation and tower fall. Maybe it's nothing spectacular compared to the shine of the midnight sky above (he couldn't sleep anyway and he thought maybe Safrin would prefer this over midday when it's so hot your balls hang too low to be comfortable), but nothing really is, so he figured this had been pretty enough to catch his eye. He also deposits a rose from the gardens near here, which don't rival the Celestine, but they're the nicest plants he's found yet here.

"Safrin," he starts, getting on his knees, because she deserves that much if not more. "I' fulfilled your tasks, I hope it meets your approval."

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Turning in from Hold up, we don't need guest list, we be the bestest for:
this item: Knuckle knives that deal air damage.

Kaisel has been given a quest! He must
1. Complete a thread encountering something that isn't quite what it seems
- Super fly, super good, shoulda, could, knew I would shiny gold was a fishing lure
2. Complete a thread protecting something/someone he loves
- taking more from everything that ends kept Flora from getting sunburnt
3. Complete a training thread focusing on fighting with regular knuckle knives
- [SE][Training] Can you feel the Kenergy? fought Koa w/ knuckle knives
4. Have someone use their air magic on him.
- [SE][Training] a mess of thorns Deimos blew on him

Kaisel

// I could really use a wish right now //

Safrin

The hush that falls over the shrine isn’t heavy—it’s velvet. The kind of quiet that settles across the cosmos between heartbeats, full of watching, full of waiting. Then, starlight spills like water. It drips from the heavens in elegant rivulets, cascading over the stone and roses, pooling in the crevices of the shrine as if the stars themselves have bent low to listen. Amid it, she appears.

Safrin doesn’t descend so much as unfold, drawn out of the night sky in a fluid stretch of starlight and grace. Her smile curves slow and sly when she sees him on his knees, eyes glittering like they’re lit from within. "Well," she purrs, voice low and velvet-smooth, "look at you."

Bare feet whisper across the stone as she steps closer, moonlight catching on her silks and haloing her in celestial glow. One hand lifts—cool and soft with something sharper beneath—and curls gently beneath Kaisel’s chin, coaxing him to his feet with effortless, intimate insistence.

"You’ve so well." There’s warmth there, a coo of approval nestled between the sparkle in her eyes and the rare tilt of affection in her voice. "So few men kneel before they’ve earned their prize." She turns her hand, and the air between them shimmers.

Twin knuckle knives manifest, forged of moonmetal and starsong, each wrapped in constellations that shift when the light touches them just right. Blades sleek and elegant, deadly as they are lovely. "For the shadows you’ll face." She offers them out, cradled in her palms, eyes never leaving his. "Use them well, Kaisel."

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Kaisel has received

Starlit Knuckle Dusters | A pair of knuckle dusters that glisten with constellations and add air damage on impact.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //

He could never tire of watching the way the gods break the plane from the heavenly scape where they linger into this earthly din. Each time he is stunned and entranced, and the pressure of their power and magnificence squeezes in on every breath like it just might choke him, but always with enough relenting grace not to actually do so.

Her voice is the steady glow of moonlight guiding through the dark, cold and beautiful in a manner that makes you feel safe, but not entirely secure. Even now, with her praise, the steady guide of her hand bidding him to his feet, he is awash with joy and relief. It's like a bath that can't stay warm for as long as you'd like to soak in it though, and he feels the prickle of an urgency, a reminder that he cannot relax fully or he might drown.

He offers her that soft, boyish smile that is glad he's managed not to disappoint. "Thank you, Safrin" he breaths, eyes widening as her hands weaponize the very air and twist light into metal. He takes them slowly, plucking them from her grip with a brush of his fingers against her palm. A thrill spirals through him at the contact, and he glances up at her a bit shyly as he tucks the tools against his chest, the cool and glittering metal feeling like relief against the heat. "I will," he promises, an appreciative smile spreading as he nods and backs away while the night reclaims her, or perhaps it's the other way around.

[FIN]

Kaisel

// I could really use a wish right now //