like we're made of starlight

Aumakua is quiet. Pale and gleaming beneath the full moon and a sky dotted with stars, it's hard to tell where the sea ends and the sky begins as Lyra climbs to the top of the lighthouse. She carries with her a beautiful stargazer lily wrought from gold and precious gems, its every petal and leaf perfect. She knows that plants are more Frey's domain, but the flower's name is stargazer, and there's something about the golden bloom that called to her as she searched for the perfect offering.

Lyra makes her way to the room on the third floor of the lighthouse. While the entire island is technically a shrine to Safrin and Vi, this room is her favorite. Lit by flickering candles and decorated with dark woods and burnished gold, it's always stood out to the Accepted. She places her golden flower upon the altar, turning it just so, and the candlelight dances across its gilded surface. She's never attempted to call upon the gods before, and she does her best to hide her nerves as she steps back, away from the offering.

"Lady Safrin?" she calls quietly into the room, her heart in her throat. "I wish to ask for your help. You see, I have this ring..." And she pulls off her golden healing ring, placing it near the flower on the altar. "... and I was hoping you would help me make it more powerful."

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Lyra is asking for a quest to upgrade her healing ring!

Healing Ring | A golden ring capable of delivering healing via touch.
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Action 

Accepted receive +20 and roll with advantage at all shrines. Include this at the bottom of all shrine posts.

Regional Score bonus: +17 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +17 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.

Lyra

Too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet

Moonlight glances off the altar. The shadows behind the golden bloom stretch long and soft across the floor, flickering with candlelight—and then, as though the stars themselves had drawn breath, the air shifts. From a hush of starlight and the scent of jasmine and moon-slicked orchids, Safrin appears. She does not descend or emerge so much as arrive; already there, between one heartbeat and the next, wrapped in shadow and splendour. Her gown ripples with galaxies caught in motion, and her eyes gleam like twin moons, dark and endless and watching.

The goddess says nothing at first. She moves with languid grace, trailing her fingers over the golden lily, her smile blooming as warmly as the flower’s own gleam. Then her gaze slips to the ring—plain, in comparison, but lovingly placed—and finally, to the woman who brought them.

Safrin turns toward Lyra. "You’re quite lovely," she says gently, like a secret shared with the stars, and there’s amusement in her tone as she tilts her head. "And nervous, too. That’s sweet, but there's no need." Her smile curves like a crescent moon as she lifts the ring between two fingers, inspecting it.

"I would be happy to help you," Safrin says, her tone as light as the moon on still water. She leans in just enough for the shadows to kiss Lyra’s cheek, then whispers what the girl must do, her voice all stardust and silver silk, wrapping around the request like a veil of dusk.

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Lyra has been given a quest! She must

1. Use the ring to heal someone
2. Heal someone with non-magical means
3. Collect Efas Herb from the Labyrinth and wrap the ring in it
4. Leave the ring out beneath the full moon all night

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

When Safrin appears, it's in a hush of starlight that takes Lyra by surprise. Perhaps she expected some kind of grand entrance, or, more likely, that no one should answer at all. Either way, she watches in awe as the goddess trails her fingers over the golden lily. Safrin is wrapped in galaxies, the fabric - if it can even be called that - rippling with power and beauty. Her eyes gleam in an otherworldly way that immediately draws Lyra in, coaxing her gaze to linger on the herald rather than drop to the floor.

The goddess speaks gently, smoothing away Lyra's worries with a smile like those shared between two dear friends. And before she can say anything more, Safrin is murmuring instructions. Joy blossoms in Lyra's chest as she realizes that her request is being fulfilled, and when the herald leans away, the woman bows her head respectfully. "Thank you!" she exclaims, a smile upon her lips. "I won't let you down!"

fin

Lyra

Too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet