You make me feel like forever

Safrin whisper my name into the sky All around the former mer, the snow would sparkle as if suddenly infused with starlight as Safrin stepped forth from whatever cosmic branch she wiled away her time when not listening to the requests of her chosen. "Indeed." She purred, beaming warmly. "I was very impressed. Given a bit more time to prepare, no doubt you would have gone much farther, but..." Softly Safrin shrugs as she reaches for the hairpin, turning it over in her hands, admiring both the sparkle and craftsmanship. "We both knew there would be a bit of a learning curve, mm?" Indeed if the goddess thought it was at all fair for Mort's demigod to make certain matches the way he did, she wouldn't say (though when had Safrin ever approved of Remi's choices). Glancing down at the armour, the goddess inclined her head softly, considering not the merit of Hadama's words, but only what she would need for him to accomplish such a thing. "Of course. A wise choice." Hadama must! 1. Take his armour down somewhere where there is extreme pressure 2. Temper his armour in fire (magical or regular) 3. In two separate threads, have his armour tested by physical means. & the heavens will bow