every bait and switch was a work of art
She arrives on the heels of his words, the air stilling like breath caught in reverence. A shimmer begins in the corners of the shrine, light curling inward as though drawn by gravity itself until, with a pulse of radiance, Safrin appears. She steps from the brilliance as though it parts for her—and perhaps it does—the silken train of her gown whispering over the stone, stars stitched into its length flickering with every motion.
Her smile is knowing, warm as twilight and edged with something sharper beneath. "I’m pleased the springs meet your standards," she murmurs, voice soft but resonant, like the hush just before night truly falls.
As her gaze drifts from him to the altar, her brow lifts delicately. There is no reprimand—just the gentle hum of amusement curling under her breath. "No offering today?" she teases lightly, like a mother indulging a wayward son who’s forgotten flowers on her birthday. But there’s no malice in it—only fondness, and a flicker of expectation.
Her attention shifts to the armour, and all jest vanishes. The humour falls away like a discarded veil as she steps closer, eyes gleaming as they rake over the scaled surface. "Yes," she says softly. "You have."
One hand extends, graceful and sure, and from her palm pours a stream of starlight—liquid brilliance, slow and controlled. It sinks into the armour like water into parched earth, illuminating the seams and edges, filling the dents and deepening the shine. The scales take on a luminous sheen now, refracting faint motes of cosmic light with every shift.
Deimos' armour has been upgraded to:
Type: Light | Style: Defensive | Level: Upgraded
Leviathan Scale Armour | Lightweight armour made from the scale of a slain leviathan. Blocks Physical damage. Has a 3 post cooldown between uses. Downgrades incoming water magic every round.
Her smile is knowing, warm as twilight and edged with something sharper beneath. "I’m pleased the springs meet your standards," she murmurs, voice soft but resonant, like the hush just before night truly falls.
As her gaze drifts from him to the altar, her brow lifts delicately. There is no reprimand—just the gentle hum of amusement curling under her breath. "No offering today?" she teases lightly, like a mother indulging a wayward son who’s forgotten flowers on her birthday. But there’s no malice in it—only fondness, and a flicker of expectation.
Her attention shifts to the armour, and all jest vanishes. The humour falls away like a discarded veil as she steps closer, eyes gleaming as they rake over the scaled surface. "Yes," she says softly. "You have."
One hand extends, graceful and sure, and from her palm pours a stream of starlight—liquid brilliance, slow and controlled. It sinks into the armour like water into parched earth, illuminating the seams and edges, filling the dents and deepening the shine. The scales take on a luminous sheen now, refracting faint motes of cosmic light with every shift.
Deimos' armour has been upgraded to:
Type: Light | Style: Defensive | Level: Upgraded
Leviathan Scale Armour | Lightweight armour made from the scale of a slain leviathan. Blocks Physical damage. Has a 3 post cooldown between uses. Downgrades incoming water magic every round.
you're the one prize i'd cheat to win
