A chill runs down your spine, subdued whispers echoing from the inside of your head, "It has become the talk of the Gods that you are to be wed soon. Might I be amongst those who offer Their congratulations."
You have emoted: Lief's pained grimaces freeze in place. Her eyes grow wide as she searches the tattoo parlour, and then she closes her eyes with a soft exhale. "I, ah..."
Rubbing her foot near the tattoo, eyes still closed, you whisper, "Thank You."
A blossom of blue and silver flame appears in your hands, sparkling with energy. "You may have My blossom for your ceremony. It will return to Me in time, but for now, wear it proudly. Or do not, it is your choice."
Elexia considers her handiwork atop your foot with a bit of pride, planting her fists on her hips as she nods in satisfaction. "It turned out wonderfully, dear, you are welcome!"
Elexia seems blissfully unaware of the discomfort in your expression as she turns to Faythe.
You have emoted: Lief opens her eyes, shivering slightly, and in her other hand is a blossom of blue flame.
Faythe eyes your expression, and then eyes the needle in Elexia's hands.
The substance of this delicate bloom appears to be made of air, or pure essence, for the blossom is ever-changing in its shape and quality of light. Five petals it bears, each flickering like a tongue of blue flame, flashing with harsh sparks of silver. The petals sway and dance together with a cold, stark glow, which rather than illuminating, instead casts into relief the blackness of the shadows. A pentagram rests at the centre of the bloom, its inky lines searing themselves into the mind.
It weighs 5 ounce(s).
It has the following aliases: blossom.
You have emoted: Lief looks up from a blossom of blue flame and wings from the bench to hover. "Thank You," she says again, steadier if still uncertain. She hesitates, and then tucks the flower into a snowy, flower-embossed kimono robe.
Same!!! Maylea made that ceremony.Caohite said:We can't really recognize gods but uh @Maylea ? I cried like a BABY