He stepped forward as she pulled him back towards the lighthouse--
Only not the lighthouse as his foot came down onto sand once more, as light as air, but it wasn't the sand of Aumakua. The ocean here did not spark with living light within its waves but the stars above made up for it, closer and brighter than he had ever seen before outside of dreams. Dreams, and Safrin's direct hand in calling her chosen to meet in the clouds above Torchline, back in the quiet days between War and Void, when Dygra was newly returned to the world.
And the tower of stone that speared the light of Safrin and Vi out over the sea was gone and in its place were curious magical oddities mixed in with the banalities of everyday life. From books to bones and everything in between, Hadama stood and looked slowly around at everything his eyes could see. His hand remained in Seren's as he stood still except for the turn of his head as his gaze moved from curiosity to treasure to simple necessity and then finally back to the water. He breathed deeply of the clean night air before he finally found the words to ask: "Safrin made this place... for you?" There was rarely awe in the former-Mer's voice, but if Seren listened hard she might hear a thread of it there now behind the serene facade that was so near to cracking beneath the magic of the starlit world-splinter.
Only not the lighthouse as his foot came down onto sand once more, as light as air, but it wasn't the sand of Aumakua. The ocean here did not spark with living light within its waves but the stars above made up for it, closer and brighter than he had ever seen before outside of dreams. Dreams, and Safrin's direct hand in calling her chosen to meet in the clouds above Torchline, back in the quiet days between War and Void, when Dygra was newly returned to the world.
And the tower of stone that speared the light of Safrin and Vi out over the sea was gone and in its place were curious magical oddities mixed in with the banalities of everyday life. From books to bones and everything in between, Hadama stood and looked slowly around at everything his eyes could see. His hand remained in Seren's as he stood still except for the turn of his head as his gaze moved from curiosity to treasure to simple necessity and then finally back to the water. He breathed deeply of the clean night air before he finally found the words to ask: "Safrin made this place... for you?" There was rarely awe in the former-Mer's voice, but if Seren listened hard she might hear a thread of it there now behind the serene facade that was so near to cracking beneath the magic of the starlit world-splinter.
