it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Safrin moved through the soft light of the shrine with a quiet, almost unrecognizable tenderness that belied her usual divine splendor. The goddess’s eyes, normally ablaze with cosmic mischief, were now softened by a maternal warmth that had deepened in the wake of recent loss. In the gentle glow of dawn, she beheld the carefully arranged offerings—a glass orb, a dark lantern whose starry apertures glowed with subdued radiance, and a bouquet of stargazer lilies—each one a token of her daughters’ eager devotion.
The sight stirred something in her, a delicate mixture of pride and aching sorrow. Safrin’s gaze lingered on the colorful array, and for a long moment, her heart seemed to pause in remembrance of what had been lost and what still remained. Without the usual grandeur of her approach, she stepped forward with measured grace, her hand extended in an unspoken invitation to embrace the fragile hope kindled by these offerings.
Her voice, when it came, was soft and imbued with a deep, maternal compassion. "My darling ones," she murmured. In that quiet moment, the goddess allowed herself to be fully present—a radiant, tender figure whose heart overflowed with both love and grief. Spreading her arms she beckoned her daughters to her, wanting to hold them close as she'd once been able to do when they were little more than starlight flitting high above Torchline's brilliant shores.
The sight stirred something in her, a delicate mixture of pride and aching sorrow. Safrin’s gaze lingered on the colorful array, and for a long moment, her heart seemed to pause in remembrance of what had been lost and what still remained. Without the usual grandeur of her approach, she stepped forward with measured grace, her hand extended in an unspoken invitation to embrace the fragile hope kindled by these offerings.
Her voice, when it came, was soft and imbued with a deep, maternal compassion. "My darling ones," she murmured. In that quiet moment, the goddess allowed herself to be fully present—a radiant, tender figure whose heart overflowed with both love and grief. Spreading her arms she beckoned her daughters to her, wanting to hold them close as she'd once been able to do when they were little more than starlight flitting high above Torchline's brilliant shores.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
