Aumakua was a place of particular devotion and quiet reverence for Safrin's newest demigod, and he swam to the island's shores regularly - both to remove any taint of the Void that tried to cling to the beaches of sand and stone at its perimeter and simply to refresh his spirit at the chamber atop the lighthouse, with its light that never went dark.
Today he came bearing a gift.
Not an offering for the altar, but a seed of hope against the growing violet violence of the Void that loomed on Torchline's horizen.
He was surprised, however, when he beached himself upon the shore in his Merform only to discover someone already there, and seemingly about the same task. The cries of Hels echoed over the water and a few wheeled overhead, but his attention was all for the unfamiliar young woman and her shovel - and the golden seed set nearby. "Hello," he called, not wanting to startle her as he pulled himself fully from the water and shifted his Mer-tail back into man-legs clad in black leather that had been stitched with silver stars. "I am Hadama." He lifted his own seed from a pouch attached the harness that criss-crossed his otherwise-bare chest, a flicker of humor in his eyes that belied the serene stoicism of his expression. "May I join you?"
Today he came bearing a gift.
Not an offering for the altar, but a seed of hope against the growing violet violence of the Void that loomed on Torchline's horizen.
He was surprised, however, when he beached himself upon the shore in his Merform only to discover someone already there, and seemingly about the same task. The cries of Hels echoed over the water and a few wheeled overhead, but his attention was all for the unfamiliar young woman and her shovel - and the golden seed set nearby. "Hello," he called, not wanting to startle her as he pulled himself fully from the water and shifted his Mer-tail back into man-legs clad in black leather that had been stitched with silver stars. "I am Hadama." He lifted his own seed from a pouch attached the harness that criss-crossed his otherwise-bare chest, a flicker of humor in his eyes that belied the serene stoicism of his expression. "May I join you?"
