He reached over to squeeze Flora's hand in silent support of their prayer, and by the time he released it the top of the lighthouse had changed. It was filled with light that chased away the shadows, an irrepressible profusion of life that blossomed from between the very stones themselves, and a sense of renewal in the air itself.
The weight of Vi's power and presence settled across Hadama's shoulders and would have pressed him down if he hadn't already been kneeling. He breathed slowly and deeply as his patron's creator - the god of Life himself - spoke in a voice that could not be denied.
And, thankfully, agreed to their request for help.
From where he knelt Hadama bowed deeply. "Yes," he said, the simple affirmation encompassing all that he needed to say. Vi commanded, and Safrin's newest demigod would obey.
The weight of Vi's power and presence settled across Hadama's shoulders and would have pressed him down if he hadn't already been kneeling. He breathed slowly and deeply as his patron's creator - the god of Life himself - spoke in a voice that could not be denied.
And, thankfully, agreed to their request for help.
From where he knelt Hadama bowed deeply. "Yes," he said, the simple affirmation encompassing all that he needed to say. Vi commanded, and Safrin's newest demigod would obey.
