Marie clasped her hands together, her eyes sparkling. "It's perfect, Ruben, just what I had in mind when I asked you to make these! As for you all, just wait until you see how they change once you put them on."
Lisa was the first to move, slipping her arms through the silver-white suit while still in the changing partitions provided for them.
Threads of the magical metal-like substance began to weave across her body almost by themselves after she touched it, forming an elegant piece of armor that covered her shoulders, waist, and chest.
A translucent skirt of golden feathers bloomed outward, glowing with a holy light. It fit seamlessly when she extended her multiple wings, which flared brilliantly.
When she stretched them, the armor seemed to sing with light, her presence almost divine.
Rubina did the same in another room. Unlike Lisa's, her suit ignited on contact, crimson flames warping the metal to match her form.
