by JaffaArchfiend 11th August 2014, 5:07 pm
Kiersa looked between the siblings and the ring. She heard Cirven's words, but nothing from the Slayer... this place seemed to almost be... draining her. Looking at Aayla then at the ring in her palm, the nun gave a slow nod before slipping it onto her middle finger on her left hand. She took a slow breath before she looked back once more at the two mages. "B-be p-prepared... I-it... m-may get b-bright..." she warned them, a little unsure of what exactly would happen.
Kiersa took another breath before holding her hand outwards, the rings gem pointing to the sky above. "Clad mine flesh in thine vestments, sacred shield of the Dragon of Divinity, sheathe to the sacred blade of Arturia! Lend me thine light, and grace mine allies even as thou damn mine foes! Shine forth, Avalon!" chanted the nun, the air suddenly whipping around her in a vortex, the ring glowing with a bright blue light.
A pale yellow magic circle appeared beneath her feet, before an eruption of near-blinding light shot forth from it, seeming to consume her. The wind grew fiercer around the pillar of light that reached for the very heavens themselves, the skies above the convent darkening with clouds that seemed to have formed from nowhere.
Inside the pillar, the nun felt a warmth around and within her the likes she had never felt before. It was incapable of description, for no words in the human tongue could do the sensation justice... the closest being... bliss. The clouds split open with a deluge of rain, soaking into the barren earth around them, the fires dying out. Any part of the body touched by the rain would feel... warm. Warmed and relaxed. The pillar shattered suddenly into motes of light, the nun standing there, her whole being seeming to be glowing before the light faded to reveal her standing there.
Gone were the robes of a nun, her hair was done up in a braided bun, a blue ribbon holding it in place. Her body was clad in what appeared to be a fine blue dress, covered in plates of armour. Her hands, legs and feet were similarly clad in silver armour. She slowly opened her eyes, having had them closed within the pillar earlier, and looked at herself now.
Despite the rainfall, Kiersa seemed to be the only one not getting wet. The metal portions of her armour seemed to give off an inner light. "...Wow..." she said softly as she inspected herself as best she could before a new glistening of light caught her attention. On the bottom of the skirt, the blue portion anyway, the guild symbol of Sabertooth was forming, marking her out clearly as a wizard of the guild.
The nun looked over at Cirven and Aayla, blushing slightly in her new attire. "Umm... s-so... w-what do y-you th-think?" she asked.