The air around the shrine thickens, honey-sweet and heavy, and the song of the Celestine shifts as though tuned to a new frequency. The sunflower leans toward a heat that wasn’t there before, the whipped cream on the pie swells just so, and then Frey is there. Naked, unabashed, and achingly shaped into whatever Zavien’s most secret appetites might crave, they stretch languidly across the shrine’s edge as if they’d been there all along. The aura that blooms with them is impossible to ignore—warmth curling low in the belly, want threading through the air like incense.
"Well now," they purr, voice silk over velvet, eyes dancing with amusement as they glance between Sol, Zavien, and the neat offerings laid out. "It has been a while—though not with me, I think." Their grin is wide and teasing, no judgment in it, only the sort of playfulness that makes the air feel thick with possibility.
They pluck the ring from the stone between careful fingers, turning it over in their palm. Light shimmers across its surface, reflected in Frey’s eyes as they lift their gaze to Zavien with something that is equal parts indulgence and provocation. "Mmh," they hum, running their thumb over the band in a way that makes even the metal seem to shiver. "You’re right. There’s always healing to be done." Their lips curl into a grin, suggestive and knowing. "And sometimes the best healing comes with a little…pleasure to go with it."
They lean in just slightly, the ring glowing faintly in their hand now. "So then, risen one," they grin, eyes dropping suggestively for a moment toward Zavien's waist before rising again. "Here is what you must do.."
Zavien did not roll high enough so his CotS pass was used.
Zavien has been given a quest!
1. Make someone feel better via physical contact
2. Turn something painful into something pleasurable
3. Use his ring to heal someone and then supplement its current amount of power with his own means of providing healing (first aid, soothing, etc)
4. Endure something painful that his ring cannot heal.
"Well now," they purr, voice silk over velvet, eyes dancing with amusement as they glance between Sol, Zavien, and the neat offerings laid out. "It has been a while—though not with me, I think." Their grin is wide and teasing, no judgment in it, only the sort of playfulness that makes the air feel thick with possibility.
They pluck the ring from the stone between careful fingers, turning it over in their palm. Light shimmers across its surface, reflected in Frey’s eyes as they lift their gaze to Zavien with something that is equal parts indulgence and provocation. "Mmh," they hum, running their thumb over the band in a way that makes even the metal seem to shiver. "You’re right. There’s always healing to be done." Their lips curl into a grin, suggestive and knowing. "And sometimes the best healing comes with a little…pleasure to go with it."
They lean in just slightly, the ring glowing faintly in their hand now. "So then, risen one," they grin, eyes dropping suggestively for a moment toward Zavien's waist before rising again. "Here is what you must do.."
Zavien did not roll high enough so his CotS pass was used.
Zavien has been given a quest!
1. Make someone feel better via physical contact
2. Turn something painful into something pleasurable
3. Use his ring to heal someone and then supplement its current amount of power with his own means of providing healing (first aid, soothing, etc)
4. Endure something painful that his ring cannot heal.
