The blinding glare of the stellar core suddenly dimmed to a soft, pulsing ember as the two Driftborn withdrew their massive hands from the star. The violent roiling of the plasma subsided into a quiet, steady burn, leaving behind an eerie, suspended silence in the vacuum.
The older sibling slowly uncurled his gargantuan palm, holding it out flat before the floating herald. Resting in the center of his massive palm which looked like an entire continent of rugged stone, was a compact, meticulously folded mass of dark, metallic fabric.
"We cannot fix the barriers of the worlds for you, little herald," the playful brother rumbled softly, leaning in close so his voice vibrated directly within Tweet's mind. "An immune system must test what enters its borders. That is the law of life."
The older titan carefully pinched the garment between two massive fingers, lifting it out of his palm and depositing it directly into the space before Tweet's chest.
