He had a great deal to be grateful for in this season of rest, and he knew to whom he owed his thanks. Although he loved Torchline and the shrine at Aumakua there he had heard of other shrines dedicated to Safrin around Caido, and he had set himself the task of visiting them and paying his honors to his goddess and her creator at each one that he could now reach.
The snow in King's End was not yet as deep as it would become later in the season, but walking through it had been a challenge in its own right. Hadama had at least come prepared after Halo, wrapped in a thick coat and boots, and a grey scarf and gloves of fine wool. He climbed to the highest Barrow, forgoing his teleportation to make the last leg of the journey on his own. The altar there had other gifts spread across its surface already, so Hadama simply found an empty span of stone to lay his own offerings: a lantern of clearest crystal and a small crescent moon carved from alabaster and glinting with silver sparkles inlaid across its surface.
He knelt in the snow with his hands resting on his thighs and bowed his head, sinking into prayer and a deep meditation on gratitude for the blessings he had been given by the lady of stars.
He was so deep in his contemplation of the divine that he failed to notice the trio of villi that followed in his tracks, ghosting soundlessly over the moonlit snow as they began to converge on the defenseless Tidebreaker.
Sah
The snow in King's End was not yet as deep as it would become later in the season, but walking through it had been a challenge in its own right. Hadama had at least come prepared after Halo, wrapped in a thick coat and boots, and a grey scarf and gloves of fine wool. He climbed to the highest Barrow, forgoing his teleportation to make the last leg of the journey on his own. The altar there had other gifts spread across its surface already, so Hadama simply found an empty span of stone to lay his own offerings: a lantern of clearest crystal and a small crescent moon carved from alabaster and glinting with silver sparkles inlaid across its surface.
He knelt in the snow with his hands resting on his thighs and bowed his head, sinking into prayer and a deep meditation on gratitude for the blessings he had been given by the lady of stars.
He was so deep in his contemplation of the divine that he failed to notice the trio of villi that followed in his tracks, ghosting soundlessly over the moonlit snow as they began to converge on the defenseless Tidebreaker.
Sah
