"Thank you," the mermanta murmured, inclining his head momentarily in gratitude before returning to his painting. The glass now held a stylized but recognizable rendition of the lighthouse on its island beneath a sky full of familiar constellations. He turned it slowly around, making sure that he hadn't missed any section, before he capped the black ink and reached for the gold to add a single dab of warm, welcoming light of the beacon burning in the top of the tower.
"Your goddess..." He began, and then paused, considering his next words carefully. Deft fingers cleaned his brush before reaching for the glass ornaments he had brought and stringing them onto fishing wire at staggered intervals. "Does she have insight about the coming danger?"
"Your goddess..." He began, and then paused, considering his next words carefully. Deft fingers cleaned his brush before reaching for the glass ornaments he had brought and stringing them onto fishing wire at staggered intervals. "Does she have insight about the coming danger?"
