Safrin
The sunlight shifts. Not in any earthly way—there is no cloud to cast a shadow, no breeze to scatter dust—but the light grows softer, deeper, as though the stars themselves have momentarily joined the sun in watching. And then she is there.
Safrin appears as if drawn from the brilliance itself, her form coalescing in a shimmer of celestial hues. Nebulae gather in the sweep of her gown, her dark hair threaded with starlight, her eyes aglow with fondness. She stands barefoot on the stone beside the shrine, radiant and utterly at ease, her gaze resting warmly on Zavien. "My dear boy," she says, her voice velvet and fond, "you always bring too much, and somehow it is always just enough." Her fingers trail gently over the amethyst, then the earrings, a soft hum of approval vibrating through the air as she takes in the white roses and the ripe starfruit with a teasing smile. "A feast fit for a goddess. You spoil me."
Without ceremony, she moves closer, reaching out to cup his jaw with one elegant hand, thumb brushing just beneath his cheekbone. "You fought well, all of you did. I am always happy to answer when you call."
Her hand drops, fingertips grazing the cuff at his wrist. "And this," she murmurs, the glow in her eyes brightening as she examines the leather, starlight curling from her hand into the bracelet. "Let’s make it stronger."
Zavien has been given a quest (he rolled high enough on his own)! He must
1. Complete 2 training threads, one where he uses his cuff, and one where someone else uses it against him
2. Experience something with more gravity than it seems it should have *interpretation up to you
3. Experience something with less gravity than it seems it should have *interpretation up to you
Safrin appears as if drawn from the brilliance itself, her form coalescing in a shimmer of celestial hues. Nebulae gather in the sweep of her gown, her dark hair threaded with starlight, her eyes aglow with fondness. She stands barefoot on the stone beside the shrine, radiant and utterly at ease, her gaze resting warmly on Zavien. "My dear boy," she says, her voice velvet and fond, "you always bring too much, and somehow it is always just enough." Her fingers trail gently over the amethyst, then the earrings, a soft hum of approval vibrating through the air as she takes in the white roses and the ripe starfruit with a teasing smile. "A feast fit for a goddess. You spoil me."
Without ceremony, she moves closer, reaching out to cup his jaw with one elegant hand, thumb brushing just beneath his cheekbone. "You fought well, all of you did. I am always happy to answer when you call."
Her hand drops, fingertips grazing the cuff at his wrist. "And this," she murmurs, the glow in her eyes brightening as she examines the leather, starlight curling from her hand into the bracelet. "Let’s make it stronger."
Zavien has been given a quest (he rolled high enough on his own)! He must
1. Complete 2 training threads, one where he uses his cuff, and one where someone else uses it against him
2. Experience something with more gravity than it seems it should have *interpretation up to you
3. Experience something with less gravity than it seems it should have *interpretation up to you
