when you become a memory you can never lose a fight

When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war

The moment his fingertips make contact with his own personal star, it flares brighter for a moment before light and heat and cold alike all shlorp up his arm. As with most things that include Safrin, or gods as a whole really, it’s an intense feeling, as if ever muscle briefly bends agfaints his will to the magic, to the bond. When it’s all done, the inked on star appears as a reminder on the bottom of his ring finger, like a cord tied there to remind him there’s something important he ought not forget, and it’s inexorably mixed with his devotion to Flora.

He exhales steadily, feeling the new weight that has settled. Nothing heavy, far worse than that, it’s something small and vulnerable. This will require caution and care, as all promises do. Flexing his hand where the mark sits he glances up and around, revealing that they’ve all done the same, and their vow is complete before the cosmic goddess. There’s relief in that. This safeguard they’ve built lets him breathe easier than he has in some time.

His hand remains woven with Flora’s, the clasp of his fingers folding in a little tighter now. ”It’s done, then.” Which as much of a let’s be on our way as he’d outright say. He has little desire tp linger in Jack’s presence longer than necessary, no matter the protections put into place.

Kaisel

If you need help, I'll shut down the city lights