Neither could mend the other's heart when their shared sorrow was so sharp and new. But it was shared, and there was a strange, wistful solace in the knowledge that they did not mourn alone. That Seren had been loved, and would always be loved, whether she walked beneath Safrin's sky or the roads of the spirit. Hadama bowed his head in gratitude at his lady's words, sharing all that he held of the time that had been too short for his friend. Her daughter. And then he raised his gaze once more, seeking the infinity of her eyes.
There was danger there. An eternity no mortal mind could encompass. But he trusted her implicitly to keep him safe within the sea of stars her gaze contained, and he pressed her hand more tightly to his chest in reassurance.
I will not go willingly to Mort's Halls, he vowed to his goddess. He could not control the future, and would make no promises he could not keep. He was Safrin's, body and heart, mind and soul, with the quiet, constant loyalty that the tide had for the moon. But for all his strength he was aware that the threat they faced was stronger still.
Knowing that changed nothing for the Tidebreaker.
Seren... would not have wanted revenge. His fingers tightened around hers in turn, emerald gaze dark with sorrow and a quiet implacability. But I cannot let this pass. Even his patience had limits, and the Family had found one of them. But even in his grief her light shone brightly within him, unquenchable. She would remind us that it is against the void that stars burn brightest.
There was danger there. An eternity no mortal mind could encompass. But he trusted her implicitly to keep him safe within the sea of stars her gaze contained, and he pressed her hand more tightly to his chest in reassurance.
I will not go willingly to Mort's Halls, he vowed to his goddess. He could not control the future, and would make no promises he could not keep. He was Safrin's, body and heart, mind and soul, with the quiet, constant loyalty that the tide had for the moon. But for all his strength he was aware that the threat they faced was stronger still.
Knowing that changed nothing for the Tidebreaker.
Seren... would not have wanted revenge. His fingers tightened around hers in turn, emerald gaze dark with sorrow and a quiet implacability. But I cannot let this pass. Even his patience had limits, and the Family had found one of them. But even in his grief her light shone brightly within him, unquenchable. She would remind us that it is against the void that stars burn brightest.
