"Nothing much." The herald whispers. Their thumb smooths over where the beginnings of fire have been etched onto his skin before their hand plunges through his tanned skin. The Flood will feel a moment of weightlessness as his heart is wrenched from his body: Not his real heart of course, not the one that kept his blood racing around his impressive body, but the one which had always caused such a fuss. The one that never seemed to know what it wanted until it was too late.
Pulling out a swirling ball of light, Frey looks at it for a moment before grinning. "Upon this you shall write your name." They murmur, before holding it out for Sunjata to take. It will feel like nothing at all while simultaneously reverberating its monumental purpose.
Sunjata knew better than most what it meant to mark one's heart with the name of another. Only this time with a god to bear witness, the effects would be much stronger. "Mark it, and I shall...help you keep your vow. Should this, your heart, ever begin to wander, you will be swiftly reminded to remain on track."
Pulling out a swirling ball of light, Frey looks at it for a moment before grinning. "Upon this you shall write your name." They murmur, before holding it out for Sunjata to take. It will feel like nothing at all while simultaneously reverberating its monumental purpose.
Sunjata knew better than most what it meant to mark one's heart with the name of another. Only this time with a god to bear witness, the effects would be much stronger. "Mark it, and I shall...help you keep your vow. Should this, your heart, ever begin to wander, you will be swiftly reminded to remain on track."
