>>6099884Carnaval folds one of her wings over her chest and with a snap like cracking ice she detaches one of her feathers off the rest. Blood droplets shower on the grass and burn through it like acid, sizzling on the ground.
“Take this in memory of what you truly are. And of me, if you so want.”
“I— I don’t know what to say, o Carnaval.”
Your hands close on the crystal. It’s hard and warm, thrumming with a hidden heartbeat. The blood vessels inside like like glowing cracks of ruby in the see-through glass.
“Then do not,” she smiles. “May swords carry you when words fail! Especially when you shall have to deal with the Mage!” She chuckles, unfolds her wings and with a thunderous creaking and tinkling of glass, a bout of wind pushes you back on your knee as the Crimson Comet raises high in the sky. Another beat of wings and she’s off, a glowing white and red dot, streaking across the night sky like a shooting star, too stubborn to fall and crash.
You look at the so-called feather she left you. It’s as large as a dagger, and seemingly just as sharp. Where your bare skin touches it, it lights your blood up, as if your skin was nothing more than glass. It makes you shiver, but it’s pleasantly warm.
Then something else reaches you.
The echo of the angel’s words.
Mage.
Does that mean…
“We are going on a missions with an <span class="mu-i">Asterite</span>?”
>Stay a while with Master and discuss what just happened. Even if it means feeling tired tomorrow.>Too much emotion for one day. Maybe it’s time to just call it a night. >Did Master see your molten spring? You feel like discussing the experience with him. Is he… proud of you?>You likely won’t find your answers here. Better go back to talk with Soralisa, if she’s still up.And now you have one more keepsake! Wonder what that feather will be useful for? Oh and... Mages. Asterites. This is getting complicated... who knows what the future has in store for you? As always, thanks for playing. 