[ The tomb is surprisingly airy, despite it being set so deep in the castle. Allura does realize that the hum -- something between a rumble and a purr -- is no longer confined to her head. It is real, and it is being picked up by her sharp ears.
Not one to forget her manners, Allura has her back turned to Shiro as he changed. Besides, the sword had turned into its default bayard form. She is holding on to that. Once Shiro signals that he's ready, she turns around and --
She's never really believed that the clothes make the man, but seeing Shiro in her father's armor, in the armor of a Paladin, has her see in her mind's eye that he is made to wear it. His veneer is of course, far from that of her gentler father, and the colors not a match for the lion he is going to pilot. Nevertheless, she does not see a scarred slave nor the savage Champion, but someone she knows she can place her confidence in.
Allura does catch herself looking at him a couple of ticks too long without speaking, and her eyes briefly take on the flecks of green of earlier. Her gaze is soft however, as opposed to the wilder, drug-induced reaction the second time she has had to torture him. Self-consciously, she chooses to blame the yellow lights by their feet, as she turns back to lead the way. ]
Good. Let's meet the Black Lion.
[ Soon as they move, the path that leads from the tomb of Alfor to the Black Lion light up with ancient runes and figures -- carvings of five robotic cats each with a distinct design. They are shown in fight, in flight, and at rest alongside humanoid figures. Stylized stars and planets and other celestial bodies turns the tomb into a sort of planetarium with white lights with the colors of red, blue, green, and yellow dancing over them. Whatever humming they had heard from earlier, the sound comes louder along with a something like a musical chord.
No turning back now... They eventually arrive at the door where Allura, once more, places her hand over the center of a runic circle. Streams of light run at the contact, connecting the lit figures and carvings, and heavy stone-metal doors open with a loud rumble.
Illuminated by the carved symbols looms a larger than life robotic lion. Allura and Shiro barely stand up to the height of its claws. The main body in itself is already impressive, but its red wings give the impression of it having a red mane. Its eyes look straight ahead, as if waiting for the guardian to come wake it up. A glowing white particle barrier surrounds it. Allura touches it, and this time, nothing happens. And for her, the lion had fallen deathly quiet, as if to signal that this time, it will only call and roar for its Paladin.
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Not one to forget her manners, Allura has her back turned to Shiro as he changed. Besides, the sword had turned into its default bayard form. She is holding on to that. Once Shiro signals that he's ready, she turns around and --
She's never really believed that the clothes make the man, but seeing Shiro in her father's armor, in the armor of a Paladin, has her see in her mind's eye that he is made to wear it. His veneer is of course, far from that of her gentler father, and the colors not a match for the lion he is going to pilot. Nevertheless, she does not see a scarred slave nor the savage Champion, but someone she knows she can place her confidence in.
Allura does catch herself looking at him a couple of ticks too long without speaking, and her eyes briefly take on the flecks of green of earlier. Her gaze is soft however, as opposed to the wilder, drug-induced reaction the second time she has had to torture him. Self-consciously, she chooses to blame the yellow lights by their feet, as she turns back to lead the way. ]
Good. Let's meet the Black Lion.
[ Soon as they move, the path that leads from the tomb of Alfor to the Black Lion light up with ancient runes and figures -- carvings of five robotic cats each with a distinct design. They are shown in fight, in flight, and at rest alongside humanoid figures. Stylized stars and planets and other celestial bodies turns the tomb into a sort of planetarium with white lights with the colors of red, blue, green, and yellow dancing over them. Whatever humming they had heard from earlier, the sound comes louder along with a something like a musical chord.
No turning back now... They eventually arrive at the door where Allura, once more, places her hand over the center of a runic circle. Streams of light run at the contact, connecting the lit figures and carvings, and heavy stone-metal doors open with a loud rumble.
Illuminated by the carved symbols looms a larger than life robotic lion. Allura and Shiro barely stand up to the height of its claws. The main body in itself is already impressive, but its red wings give the impression of it having a red mane. Its eyes look straight ahead, as if waiting for the guardian to come wake it up. A glowing white particle barrier surrounds it. Allura touches it, and this time, nothing happens. And for her, the lion had fallen deathly quiet, as if to signal that this time, it will only call and roar for its Paladin.
She turns to face him, expectant. ]
It's your turn now, Shiro.