Mist and the scent of clean, fresh rain rose before him and Hadama watched, reverent, as his goddess arrived, cloaked in grace and power. "Safrin," he murmured, bowing his head briefly before returning his gaze to her as she gathered the items together. A poet might have said they were inspired by her beauty or made a clever remark about their loyalty, but the mermanta let his actions speak for themselves. His heart and mind were open to the goddess, with nothing to hide from her and only a quiet pleasure at her approval.
With a touch of the divine and her own stars to add the final embellishments the goddess completed the requested armour and Hadama accepted it with solemn gratitude. "Thank you," he rumbled, sliding it into place on his arm. "It is perfect."
~Fin~
With a touch of the divine and her own stars to add the final embellishments the goddess completed the requested armour and Hadama accepted it with solemn gratitude. "Thank you," he rumbled, sliding it into place on his arm. "It is perfect."
~Fin~
