Placing her hands upon his much larger ones, fingertips upon the muscles thereupon, the light that glowed slowly transferred to him. Deimos would fill it like a pleasant chill; a cool breeze on a hot day. An ice cube slipping down sun-hot skin. "I think perhaps she might appreciate it more coming from you. Place your hands upon her, and all will be as it was." Physically, her smile seemed to say.
What would come next was yet to be seen, and as the Sword had not asked, Safrin had not said.
"Now, the ring.." The leaves he had brought, the soil and bone, with all rise in a swirl. Dancing along a curve they spiralled aroundSword and Safrin as she held out an open palm.
What would come next was yet to be seen, and as the Sword had not asked, Safrin had not said.
"Now, the ring.." The leaves he had brought, the soil and bone, with all rise in a swirl. Dancing along a curve they spiralled aroundSword and Safrin as she held out an open palm.
