Safrin
The scent of starlight arrives first—honeysuckle and night jasmine laced with something sweeter, something impossible—and the shadows of the shrine stretch not into darkness but into constellation. One by one, the stars in the ceiling seem to stir, until the silver-gold gleam of divinity catches against the evergreen boughs and glitters in the folds of silk that whisper into being.
Safrin appears with a smile already blooming, one hand pressed lightly to her heart, the other reaching out toward the delicate moon-and-star box. "Deimos," she breathes, her voice laced with pleasure. "If I’d known you were bringing baking, I might’ve come sooner."
Her gaze flickers across the wreath, the intricate weave of fir and devotion, the etching of her mark at its centre. There’s no mistaking the delight that blooms in her expression, each feature brightening with a rare and genuine fondness as her fingers trace an invisible line over the curve of a pine needle. "Beautiful."
Only then does she turn to face him fully, golden eyes finding his with warmth. "Peace looks good on you," she says, her smile softening into something fond and luminous. She tilts her head slightly, a ripple of starlight in her hair as if the sky itself were listening. "I would be very glad to help you once more."
Deimos has been given a quest! He must
1. Complete a training thread where only physical attacks are used against his armour
2. Complete a training thread where only water magic is used against his armour
3. Complete a thread where someone else benefits from the protection of his armour
4. Complete a thread comparing his armour to someone else's.
Safrin appears with a smile already blooming, one hand pressed lightly to her heart, the other reaching out toward the delicate moon-and-star box. "Deimos," she breathes, her voice laced with pleasure. "If I’d known you were bringing baking, I might’ve come sooner."
Her gaze flickers across the wreath, the intricate weave of fir and devotion, the etching of her mark at its centre. There’s no mistaking the delight that blooms in her expression, each feature brightening with a rare and genuine fondness as her fingers trace an invisible line over the curve of a pine needle. "Beautiful."
Only then does she turn to face him fully, golden eyes finding his with warmth. "Peace looks good on you," she says, her smile softening into something fond and luminous. She tilts her head slightly, a ripple of starlight in her hair as if the sky itself were listening. "I would be very glad to help you once more."
Deimos has been given a quest! He must
1. Complete a training thread where only physical attacks are used against his armour
2. Complete a training thread where only water magic is used against his armour
3. Complete a thread where someone else benefits from the protection of his armour
4. Complete a thread comparing his armour to someone else's.
