we are flesh & blood & we deserve to be loved

The sprig is drawn from the mixture of starlight and potential and as it is, Safrin's hands are suddenly empty. The gentle purple blossom will smell as vibrant as an entire field, but only to the soon-to-be-wedded couple. Never will it dull, never will petals plucked for baked goods or used to tickle a nose ever diminish the remaining number. The lavender, like Amalia's hope, will bloom eternal. "Now, for the rings." It doesn't take a mind reader to know that they exist, given Safrin's part in creating them. Stepping back to give the couple space, the goddess waits. Deimos has received The Sheild's Bloom | A sprig of lavender that smells like an entire field. Will never wither or die, and any buds removed will instantly grow back. Safrin