yet my blood renders me a King
There wasn't much for Sah to say except, "It is." The Celestine was awe-inspiring, and he found himself at a loss of just how to describe it. Nice, beautiful, serene, divine. All worked but none fully encompassed the shrine. As Deimos reached for his offerings, Sah did the same. Just as the Sword had, the Wild Thunder had brought a gift for Safrin as well.
The goal of this trip may have been for Ludo, but Safrin would always be Sah's priority—the goddess to whom he had sworn life and soul. He placed a mask down for Ludo and then carefully set down a fine scarf of fox fur that had been embroidered with stars. Closing his eyes, he sent up prayers to the heralds to accompany his offerings. When he was done, he stepped back and waited patiently for Deimos.
The goal of this trip may have been for Ludo, but Safrin would always be Sah's priority—the goddess to whom he had sworn life and soul. He placed a mask down for Ludo and then carefully set down a fine scarf of fox fur that had been embroidered with stars. Closing his eyes, he sent up prayers to the heralds to accompany his offerings. When he was done, he stepped back and waited patiently for Deimos.
Sah
