Safrin
Starlight stretches across the shrine like a held breath, drawn tight and shimmering, and then—
She appears.
Not soft. Not warm. Not the radiant goddess who smiles and coos and offers kisses like blessings. Tonight, Safrin is moonlight on glass. Aloof, perfect, and burning with a contained fury that makes the air feel thinner with every second. She stands barefoot amid the flowers, arms folded across her chest, violet silks cascading like nightfall over sharp constellations. The wind gathers in reverent silence, brushing strands of dark hair from her face as she levels her gaze on Kaisel.
"Her, hmm?" she echoes coolly, voice low and unmistakably unimpressed. No fire—yet—but the embers gleam in her eyes, restrained only by a threadbare mercy. For a moment she says nothing else, just watches him with the weight of the stars themselves. "So you've come to me to help fix things?" she says slowly, tone like a knife too elegant to be crude. " You want my help making something special—for my daughter you couldn’t even name, whose heart you crumpled like paper at her own birthday?"
She glances briefly at the sketch Sohalia has offered, her expression unreadable, before her gaze cuts back to Kaisel like a lash.
"You know what she might like?" she says, a curl of sarcasm undercutting the celestial poise. "If you didn’t accept quests that keep you in constant contact with the girl who made her feel lesser. If you’d thought—just once—before leaping."
Safrin lets the silence hang just long enough before her hand lifts, and stars begin to flicker around her fingers.
"Barring that.." A snap of her fingers, and the starlight flares. "Here’s your quest, Kaisel." Her tone is a silken blade. "Leap a 30ft gap. Sit beneath the sun and think of Calypso. Not yourself. Not anyone else. Her. How much she means to you. How you will never humiliate her again." The stars above pulse once, as if punctuating each word. "You’ll source the materials for your kite. The fabric must be in her favourite colours. And lastly.." Her eyes narrow. "You will go one full day without speaking a word unless you have triple-thought every one. No stammering, no excuses, no fumbling into things you should have known better than to say."
She steps forward, the dais blooming with soft starlight under her feet. And still, her gaze stays locked to his.
"Do that, and maybe I’ll believe you’re worthy of making her smile again."
Kaisel has been given a quest! He must
1. Jump across a 30ft gap
2. Sit beneath the sun and think only of Caly, how much she means to him, and how he'll never embarrass her the way he did ever again
3. Source the materials needed for the kite, the colours of which have to be Caly's favourite ones
4. Finish a thread where he cannot speak unless he's triple-thought about the words coming out of his mouth .
OR
Abandon his quest with Frey right now and immediately get his kite.
She appears.
Not soft. Not warm. Not the radiant goddess who smiles and coos and offers kisses like blessings. Tonight, Safrin is moonlight on glass. Aloof, perfect, and burning with a contained fury that makes the air feel thinner with every second. She stands barefoot amid the flowers, arms folded across her chest, violet silks cascading like nightfall over sharp constellations. The wind gathers in reverent silence, brushing strands of dark hair from her face as she levels her gaze on Kaisel.
"Her, hmm?" she echoes coolly, voice low and unmistakably unimpressed. No fire—yet—but the embers gleam in her eyes, restrained only by a threadbare mercy. For a moment she says nothing else, just watches him with the weight of the stars themselves. "So you've come to me to help fix things?" she says slowly, tone like a knife too elegant to be crude. " You want my help making something special—for my daughter you couldn’t even name, whose heart you crumpled like paper at her own birthday?"
She glances briefly at the sketch Sohalia has offered, her expression unreadable, before her gaze cuts back to Kaisel like a lash.
"You know what she might like?" she says, a curl of sarcasm undercutting the celestial poise. "If you didn’t accept quests that keep you in constant contact with the girl who made her feel lesser. If you’d thought—just once—before leaping."
Safrin lets the silence hang just long enough before her hand lifts, and stars begin to flicker around her fingers.
"Barring that.." A snap of her fingers, and the starlight flares. "Here’s your quest, Kaisel." Her tone is a silken blade. "Leap a 30ft gap. Sit beneath the sun and think of Calypso. Not yourself. Not anyone else. Her. How much she means to you. How you will never humiliate her again." The stars above pulse once, as if punctuating each word. "You’ll source the materials for your kite. The fabric must be in her favourite colours. And lastly.." Her eyes narrow. "You will go one full day without speaking a word unless you have triple-thought every one. No stammering, no excuses, no fumbling into things you should have known better than to say."
She steps forward, the dais blooming with soft starlight under her feet. And still, her gaze stays locked to his.
"Do that, and maybe I’ll believe you’re worthy of making her smile again."
Kaisel has been given a quest! He must
1. Jump across a 30ft gap
2. Sit beneath the sun and think only of Caly, how much she means to him, and how he'll never embarrass her the way he did ever again
3. Source the materials needed for the kite, the colours of which have to be Caly's favourite ones
4. Finish a thread where he cannot speak unless he's triple-thought about the words coming out of his mouth .
OR
Abandon his quest with Frey right now and immediately get his kite.
