stars in the skin
At the first promise of light, Melita stretched her determination along with the morning skies, rising with the sun and slipping out of her home, feet marked by the dew along grass and the chill that still remained. If she wasn’t so hellbent on the next few moments, she might have furrowed her brow and been befuddled by the marked, slow awakening of spring. Instead, she pulled her shawl closer and tucked her bag further under her arms, tiptoeing towards the lighthouse, and waiting until Ronin arrived so they could see to the first portions of their mission. “Hey,” she smiled, before they wound their way up stairs and along stairs, until they reached the top of the beacon.
Once she’d known she’d be facing the starry goddess for answers about her own favored patron, the Honeybee had spent days winding her way through the market, striving to find perfected pieces to honor and offer to Safrin. So there amongst the candles and mosaics, she bowed her head, unfurling portions from her satchel to convey to the deity. Initially, she laid down a few pearled combs, wide-toothed to slip in amongst long hair, to bejewel in finery, to a several starry tapestries, depicting Safrin in all her graceful, potent glory. Then, because she couldn’t let the dread or trepidation consume her, heart hammering behind her chest with unease, she unfurled a breath and spoke along the intended purpose – figuring Ronin could fill in any gaps she missed. “Hi Safrin – Mort told me to come see you. Ludo has disappeared, and with your knowledge and power, we’d hoped you might know where it is.”
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Melita and Ronin are requesting Safrin's presence to find out Ludo's location.
Once she’d known she’d be facing the starry goddess for answers about her own favored patron, the Honeybee had spent days winding her way through the market, striving to find perfected pieces to honor and offer to Safrin. So there amongst the candles and mosaics, she bowed her head, unfurling portions from her satchel to convey to the deity. Initially, she laid down a few pearled combs, wide-toothed to slip in amongst long hair, to bejewel in finery, to a several starry tapestries, depicting Safrin in all her graceful, potent glory. Then, because she couldn’t let the dread or trepidation consume her, heart hammering behind her chest with unease, she unfurled a breath and spoke along the intended purpose – figuring Ronin could fill in any gaps she missed. “Hi Safrin – Mort told me to come see you. Ludo has disappeared, and with your knowledge and power, we’d hoped you might know where it is.”
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Melita and Ronin are requesting Safrin's presence to find out Ludo's location.
Melita
and fire, iron, scales
