it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
The moonlight seemed to ripple in response to Hadama’s words, the beams dancing more vividly as if basking in the glow of his devotion. Safrin’s expression softened, her galactic eyes holding his as the faintest hint of a blush coloured her cheeks—an almost human reaction to his praise that made her divine presence feel all the more intimate.
“Oh, Hadama,” she murmured, her voice wrapping around him like the warm embrace of a tide. “You always know how to make a goddess feel adored.” Stepping closer, she placed the bangle gently back on the altar, her hands lingering over it for a moment as if to imbue it with the warmth of her touch.
Her gaze flickered over him, assessing, and then she reached out, her fingers brushing his temple lightly. “You’ve been working too hard,” she chided, though her tone was playful, her lips curving into a fond smile. “Carrying the weight of the tides and the Void… it’s a wonder you haven’t worn yourself to nothing.” As her hand dropped, her fingers trailed over his shoulder, a touch as light as starlight. “But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.” There was pride in her words, deep and genuine, as she tilted her head, her dark curls cascading over her shoulder.
“Still,” she added, stepping back slightly to let her gaze sweep over him, “you must remember to care for yourself, mmm? The seas will always call, but they are patient. Promise me you’ll find time to rest during Deepfrost?” Her words held a teasing lilt, but the look in her eyes was serious, a hint of the deep care she held for her chosen one.
Safrin smiled then, warm and radiant. “And as for your bangle…" Pausing to consider, she nods, explaining in rather familiar terms what it was he would have to do.
Hadama has been given a quest! He must:
1. Take his armour up high where the air is very thin
2. Temper his armour in light (magical or regular)
3. In two separate threads, have his armour tested by physical means.
“Oh, Hadama,” she murmured, her voice wrapping around him like the warm embrace of a tide. “You always know how to make a goddess feel adored.” Stepping closer, she placed the bangle gently back on the altar, her hands lingering over it for a moment as if to imbue it with the warmth of her touch.
Her gaze flickered over him, assessing, and then she reached out, her fingers brushing his temple lightly. “You’ve been working too hard,” she chided, though her tone was playful, her lips curving into a fond smile. “Carrying the weight of the tides and the Void… it’s a wonder you haven’t worn yourself to nothing.” As her hand dropped, her fingers trailed over his shoulder, a touch as light as starlight. “But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.” There was pride in her words, deep and genuine, as she tilted her head, her dark curls cascading over her shoulder.
“Still,” she added, stepping back slightly to let her gaze sweep over him, “you must remember to care for yourself, mmm? The seas will always call, but they are patient. Promise me you’ll find time to rest during Deepfrost?” Her words held a teasing lilt, but the look in her eyes was serious, a hint of the deep care she held for her chosen one.
Safrin smiled then, warm and radiant. “And as for your bangle…" Pausing to consider, she nods, explaining in rather familiar terms what it was he would have to do.
Hadama has been given a quest! He must:
1. Take his armour up high where the air is very thin
2. Temper his armour in light (magical or regular)
3. In two separate threads, have his armour tested by physical means.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
