strength for tomorrow

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame LongNight’s stretch had ended, and with it, Flowerbirth’s resurgence over necessities and lists of things to be accomplished. It’d been a while since their last attempts at ensuring Halo was safe; protected and shielded from the Family’s sedition. Now though, with a new year pressing, it meant they had more opportunities, more goals, more aspirations, to return to what they’d once had. Stepping within the Citadel’s shrine, Deimos carried offerings meant for the favored herald. Taking his time in the precision and care, he unfurled each individual bestowal – most handmade by Halovian citizens, including many portions of jewelry, bangles, necklaces, and headpieces to honor Safrin. Embedded within were depictions of the cosmos or the stars themselves in different hues, others incandescent and radiant with streaks of hues made to highlight the evening skies. Taking a deep breath, he then bowed his head, waiting as he extended the greetings. “Safrin, I hope your LongNight went well.” Calm, at least, without too many discrepancies to deal with in the aftermath. “Would you be willing to assist Halo in adding healing to your hot springs?” To be able to mend and assuage the wounds of their own again and again. -- Deimos is asking for an RQ from Safrin to add healing into the hot springs waters. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace

Safrin

The shrine brightens before it moves. Each glimmering offering catches the starlight before the starlight has even arrived, refracted across the domed interior of the temple in a slow, spinning kaleidoscope of dusk and brilliance. Jewels begin to shimmer where none were a moment ago. The air hushes in reverence. And then she appears.

Safrin coalesces in a bloom of night sky: galaxies curled through silk, constellations braided into her dark hair, her gaze gleaming with the knowledge of endless things. Where her foot graces the stone, the silver inlaid stars on the floor glow faintly brighter. She doesn’t speak right away, instead looking at the bangles, the necklaces, the radiance offered in her name. At Deimos, with his bowed head and steady strength.

Her smile, when it arrives, is radiant and real. "You always bring me such beautiful things," she murmurs, stepping forward to admire the handiwork, her fingers trailing over a bangle flecked with violet enamel and pale crystal stars. "Your artisans never disappoint." Then her expression softens, lips curling with something more private; not quite grief, not quite ire. "LongNight," she echoes, voice like dusk. "You can imagine how I loathe being parted from those I love. Blindness doesn’t suit me." Her smile turns faintly sharp, briefly melancholy, before she straightens, celestial presence brightening anew as she meets his eyes again. "Still, it’s good to be summoned back into the world by hands like yours."

With a warm, sweeping motion, she steps closer, her presence somehow both intimate and vast. "Yes, Deimos. I’ll gladly assist."

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Halo has been given a Regional Quest!

Tasks. There is no time limit. There are currently 10 active Halovians. This means 5 unique characters have to participate. Characters can participate more than once. Deimos must participate in at least 2 threads.

1. A thread of 3 Halovians visiting Frey's Breath and bringing back a significant amount of water with them
2. A PQ of 4 (or more) Halovians, gathering a herd of luxere to assist with #3. The PQ must start in the Greenwing, move through the Hollow Forest, and end in the Citadel. The thread will be split every time they enter into a new board).
3. 2 threads of those with healing magic, or other light-based magic, purifying the hot springs and the area around it. Each thread must have the luxere heard with them. (must be done after 2)

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The brightening expanse was the first sign of her appearance, and he stepped back, leaving her room to appear before the shrine in all her essence and glory. He smiled as she approached, head still bowed, gratitude for the compliment of the artisans extended. “Thank you – you have always been deserving of them.” His head tilted and listened though at the aspects of LongNight, in ways perhaps mortals couldn’t have quite fathomed – while they were still cloaked in the endless evening (and all the haunting memories that came with it), the gods and heralds still couldn’t reach those beloved. “Seems like it is difficult for everyone,” he remarked, striving to cast it aside just as much as the celestial goddess. The tasks themselves were a highlight, just as vast as her, and he made mental notations for each portion, nodding along. “Thank you again for all your assistance in Halo.” He’d be back soon enough, with the components finalized and ready. [FIN] master of nothing place; of recoil and grace