Safrin
Safrin watches him with eyes like the far side of the moon—radiant and distant, but soft enough now to belong to a mother rather than a goddess. As Vesper lays out the iridescent hide, her gaze flicks over it with the kind of appreciation only she can offer: not just for its rare beauty, but for what it means. For the intention behind it.
Her fingers brush the edges of the Vernal Viper’s skin, the colours dancing across her knuckles like starlight refracted through oil. Then she looks up at him, something quiet and fierce in the curve of her smile. "Of course I can, my love," she says, voice a silken murmur that wraps around him like a cloak. "You bring me something dangerous. Something beautiful. Something meant to protect your sister’s softness." Her eyes glow as they meet his. That is exactly the kind of thing I answer to."
Bending to his ear, her lips barely brushing the skin, she whispers what he needs to complete the task. Then she draws back, brushing her hand through his hair before pressing a kiss—gentle, grounding—to his brow. It glows for a heartbeat with pale, celestial warmth. "I’ll be watching over you," she promises, her voice now half-wind, half-prayer. "Over all of you."
And then—she’s gone. The air exhales, soft and cool again. The scent of lilies lingers. The stars resume their slow dance overhead. And Vesper is alone, with the weight of his promise and the task laid before him—bathed not in shadow, but starlight.
Vesper has been given a quest! He must
1. Leave the Viper skin out all night beneath the moon
2. Complete a training thread focusing on something not being what it seems
3. Complete a thread encountering some sort of illusion
4. Complete a thread getting Nova's measurements for the armour.
~FIN
Her fingers brush the edges of the Vernal Viper’s skin, the colours dancing across her knuckles like starlight refracted through oil. Then she looks up at him, something quiet and fierce in the curve of her smile. "Of course I can, my love," she says, voice a silken murmur that wraps around him like a cloak. "You bring me something dangerous. Something beautiful. Something meant to protect your sister’s softness." Her eyes glow as they meet his. That is exactly the kind of thing I answer to."
Bending to his ear, her lips barely brushing the skin, she whispers what he needs to complete the task. Then she draws back, brushing her hand through his hair before pressing a kiss—gentle, grounding—to his brow. It glows for a heartbeat with pale, celestial warmth. "I’ll be watching over you," she promises, her voice now half-wind, half-prayer. "Over all of you."
And then—she’s gone. The air exhales, soft and cool again. The scent of lilies lingers. The stars resume their slow dance overhead. And Vesper is alone, with the weight of his promise and the task laid before him—bathed not in shadow, but starlight.
Vesper has been given a quest! He must
1. Leave the Viper skin out all night beneath the moon
2. Complete a training thread focusing on something not being what it seems
3. Complete a thread encountering some sort of illusion
4. Complete a thread getting Nova's measurements for the armour.
~FIN
