It was only right and proper to give thanks for the honor and the gifts that Safrin had given him, at least in Hadama's emerald eyes. There was a certain pleasure to be had in making offerings that evoked the stars, and it appealed to the mischief usually hidden behind his serene outward appearance to mix certain more playful offerings in with the solemnly serious ones.
This evening, for instance, as the sunset faded from the sky he came to the shrine at the lighthouse a bowl of freshly-picked berries: blue and black, each perfectly ripe and bursting with flavor. Over them he had sprinkled a light dusting of sugar that sparkled like stars against the dark flesh of the fruit beneath. The treat was accompanied by a small bottle of light, sweet, intoxicating ice wine from Halo.
For Vi, of course, there was the more practical offering of a single candle, thick and strong, which Hadama lit to cast light over the altar as he bowed his head over it in prayer. The candle was large enough that it would burn all night, chasing back the darkness until the dawn came again.
After his respects were complete he rose and moved to the windows to look out over Torchline. Starfall crouched like a violet-limned tumor in the ocean to the south, but the lights of Haulani burned brightly in opposition to the southwest, slowly but surely recovering from the destruction that had doused far too many at the start of the year.
Seren
This evening, for instance, as the sunset faded from the sky he came to the shrine at the lighthouse a bowl of freshly-picked berries: blue and black, each perfectly ripe and bursting with flavor. Over them he had sprinkled a light dusting of sugar that sparkled like stars against the dark flesh of the fruit beneath. The treat was accompanied by a small bottle of light, sweet, intoxicating ice wine from Halo.
For Vi, of course, there was the more practical offering of a single candle, thick and strong, which Hadama lit to cast light over the altar as he bowed his head over it in prayer. The candle was large enough that it would burn all night, chasing back the darkness until the dawn came again.
After his respects were complete he rose and moved to the windows to look out over Torchline. Starfall crouched like a violet-limned tumor in the ocean to the south, but the lights of Haulani burned brightly in opposition to the southwest, slowly but surely recovering from the destruction that had doused far too many at the start of the year.
Seren
