SAFRIN
The glade darkened, the stars above blinking out as though something had swept a blanket across the sky. In the thick silence that followed, a light appeared—soft at first, barely more than a glimmer in the air, but quickly intensifying. It wasn't a beam; it was a presence, a glow that emerged from nowhere and seemed to belong everywhere.
"Pretty, aren't they?" Safrin's voice cut through the quiet, as she stepped forward from the air itself. Dressed in a gown that shimmered with galaxies, the lace hugged her form as if it was woven of starlight itself. Her eyes, filled with nebulae and infinite nights, flicked towards the roses and silver chunks Tal had placed upon her shrine, a bemused smile playing on her lips.
She ran her fingers across one of the petals; with a swirl of her fingers, the flowers in the vase bloomed brighter, the colours deepening into rich, almost otherworldly hues. The petals shifted to mirror the constellations overhead, so each flower seemed to contain an entire universe. She turned her gaze back to Tal, the light from the blossoms reflecting in her irises. "You did well in the Greatwood, Tal. Vi may not have answered, but your presence mattered. And for that I am grateful."
The silver chunks shimmered, lifting from the altar to hover in front of her.
"For your armour, then," she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper as her gaze sharpened. She moved her hand and the chunks twisted, melding together, reshaping themselves under her will. The silver flowed like water, glinting in the dim light, before solidifying into plates that gleamed with a luster that was distinctly divine. As she finished, she lowered them back down, setting them before Tal, perfectly formed and intricately detailed with constellations that shifted and twinkled when looked at.
"There," she said, her smile a touch catlike with approval.
Tal's armour has been upgraded!
