Safrin
The air above the Sugartide and the Ark shivers, and from that trembling seam of night Safrin unfolds, suspended between the two vessels as though the sky itself has chosen to cradle her. Constellations spill down her shoulders like silk and her hair is a dark river threaded with galaxies. Safrin does not descend, but instead hangs there, held in the crook of her own light, one knee bent, one hand resting idly against the curve of her hip as though this were an invitation she had been waiting to receive.
"Well, well." Her voice drapes over both ships at once, warm as velvet, edged like glass. Her gaze moves first to Jack, slow and knowing, then to Flora, lingering just a fraction longer, before sliding to Kaisel with a spark that is not subtle and never meant to be. Her amusement is unmistakable, fizzing in the air like champagne.
"Clearly," she says, the word drawn out like a silk ribbon between her fingers, "you all know what it is you want." Her smile deepens, neither kind nor cruel. Pride hums beneath it; vanity gleams in it. She, after all, bound Flora and Kaisel together not long ago. She knows the shape of their vows. She knows the heat of their hearts. She has also known Jack in ways even Flora cannot imagine, has allowed him to help create starbursts of life not once, but four times now. But she also knows the secrets coiled tightly between this trio, because there is not a thought on this night that escapes her.
Drama, she has always maintained, is a form of worship, one she readily accepts.
She lifts her hand, and the gesture is languid, almost careless, but yet when her fingers unfurl, the sky obeys. Three small stars spark into being between them; perfect, bright, each no larger than a plum, each burning with quiet, patient light. They hover for the barest breath of a moment in the hollow of her palm before drifting outward, slow and deliberate.
One floats toward Flora.
One toward Jack.
One toward Kaisel.
Safrin inclines her head, as though granting audience rather than offering choice. "If you agree to the terms," she says softly, and though her tone lowers, the sea stills to hear it, "touch the star."
Her eyes gleam, constellations turning in their depths.
"And let us see," she adds, almost purring now, "what becomes of promises made beneath my sky."
If you agree to the terms, touch your star! Doing so will cause a small star tattoo to appear somewhere of your choosing. It will disappear if the vow is broken. You will also receive
Kaisel/Flora
Star pact | A binding vow that, if broken, will eliminate the memory and knowledge of Flora across all of Caido, save for Jack.
Jack
Star pact | A binding vow that, if broken, will immediately destroy his revivify feather.
"Well, well." Her voice drapes over both ships at once, warm as velvet, edged like glass. Her gaze moves first to Jack, slow and knowing, then to Flora, lingering just a fraction longer, before sliding to Kaisel with a spark that is not subtle and never meant to be. Her amusement is unmistakable, fizzing in the air like champagne.
"Clearly," she says, the word drawn out like a silk ribbon between her fingers, "you all know what it is you want." Her smile deepens, neither kind nor cruel. Pride hums beneath it; vanity gleams in it. She, after all, bound Flora and Kaisel together not long ago. She knows the shape of their vows. She knows the heat of their hearts. She has also known Jack in ways even Flora cannot imagine, has allowed him to help create starbursts of life not once, but four times now. But she also knows the secrets coiled tightly between this trio, because there is not a thought on this night that escapes her.
Drama, she has always maintained, is a form of worship, one she readily accepts.
She lifts her hand, and the gesture is languid, almost careless, but yet when her fingers unfurl, the sky obeys. Three small stars spark into being between them; perfect, bright, each no larger than a plum, each burning with quiet, patient light. They hover for the barest breath of a moment in the hollow of her palm before drifting outward, slow and deliberate.
One floats toward Flora.
One toward Jack.
One toward Kaisel.
Safrin inclines her head, as though granting audience rather than offering choice. "If you agree to the terms," she says softly, and though her tone lowers, the sea stills to hear it, "touch the star."
Her eyes gleam, constellations turning in their depths.
"And let us see," she adds, almost purring now, "what becomes of promises made beneath my sky."
If you agree to the terms, touch your star! Doing so will cause a small star tattoo to appear somewhere of your choosing. It will disappear if the vow is broken. You will also receive
Kaisel/Flora
Star pact | A binding vow that, if broken, will eliminate the memory and knowledge of Flora across all of Caido, save for Jack.
Jack
Star pact | A binding vow that, if broken, will immediately destroy his revivify feather.
