but they do look brighter

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

With one quest finished, and one less motion bridged across his shoulders, the Sword arrived to another moment within shrines. There were hordes to do and accomplish, but a vital aspect to Halo loomed amidst their grasp – and he couldn’t bear the thought of his citizens not being able to heal or access something vital in times of need. The Infirmary was a crucial portion, but so were the springs – and that loss had contorted through his mind a myriad of times. It’d be a long process, but they were a determined faction, and he’d never thought they’d stray away from what was necessary.

So he bowed his head along the Citadel offerings once more – extending his own, and many others, to the forefront. Some were carved figures of Safrin herself, in displays of power, might, and majesty, granted and given by woodcutters; remarkable pelts and furs intentionally designed in ornamental stars, and then his, with artistic renderings composed in soft, glowing lights. Taking a long, slow breath, he considered his words properly, granting a small smile in regards all the while. “Safrin, Halo would be honored, if you are willing, to assist us in rebuilding our hot springs within the Citadel.”

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This is a regional quest request to rebuild the hot springs in the Citadel (rather than out in the Fangs) for Safrin.

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I

sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

The air in the Citadel shrine stirred with a low hum, subtle and reverent, as if even the mountain wind dared to pause. Starlight seeped in through the cracks, gliding like silver mist across the floor until, in a shimmer of quiet majesty, Safrin appeared. She stood with the elegance of one born from cosmic fire, her gown trailing behind her like a comet’s tail, eyes aglow with a thousand suns—though gentled now, warmed by purpose and pride. Her gaze swept over the offerings without a word, fingertips brushing the pelts and wooden carvings as if committing each tribute to memory. She lingered over the glowing renderings, her smile curling with unmistakable approval.

"Well, well," she murmured, voice velvet and rich with affection. "I’ve waited a long time to hear Halo ask for my aid." Her starlit eyes turned to Deimos then as she grinned. "Of course I will help Halo rebuild."

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Halo has received a RQ!

Tasks. There is no time limit. There are currently 12 active Halovian's. This means 6 unique characters have to participate. Characters can participate more than once. Deimos must participate in at least 2 threads, and Evie must participate in 1.

1. A thread of at least 3 halovians gathering water from the Eyes of Vi in the Greatwood
2. A ME discussing where the springs should go within the Citadel.
3. A PQ digging out the area to be used for the springs. Must have at least 8 rounds
4. A thread with at least 3 participants collecting shiny things - rocks, gems, shells, etc

but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

Safrin’s appearance caused another smile – though he wasn’t surprised by the response. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” and he meant it; but between upgrades with Frey, alterations with Vi, the time and the place hadn’t been on their side. Nor much else; given how they were repeating a venture they’d gained some time before.

But nevertheless, they’d work to prevail again.

Listening to the tasks at hand, most sounded and felt familiar, and he gave a solidified nod, and another grateful grin. “Thank you again. Halo will do its part.” They’d really in all their determination and steadfastness; starting along the edges of discussions and gathering the necessities. Bowing his head in gratitude and acknowledgment once more, the Sword headed out – ready to hasten the semblances across the region.

[FIN]

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I