Who can say what causes the God of Life to put down his newspaper to peep down at the shrines all over Caido and make his selection? Perhaps Sohalia is destined for more greatness than she gives herself credit, or maybe things really are as strange and random as they seem. Regardless, as she sets down her offering and makes her plea, as removed as the shrine might be to the rest of the Observatory, even the faintest whisper of other voices and movement will seem to halt completely, as if time itself has stopped.
Appearing without pomp or circumstance, Vi is the wash of sunlight through the windows, the dewdrop falling from one of the lily petals, the drumbeat of the Luminary's heart in her chest. His presence makes the air itself seem easier to breathe, and yet the weight in his dark gaze is something ancient and fathomless.
"One so young does not often look for such heavy responsibilities," he says, his voice the timbre of a mountain's roots, his tone one of infinite patience and loaded expectation. "The light inside you has dimmed since your first forays into leadership. But it has not yet gone out, has it?"
As the roll failed, Rayo has spent 3000MP for Sohalia to thread with Vi!
Appearing without pomp or circumstance, Vi is the wash of sunlight through the windows, the dewdrop falling from one of the lily petals, the drumbeat of the Luminary's heart in her chest. His presence makes the air itself seem easier to breathe, and yet the weight in his dark gaze is something ancient and fathomless.
"One so young does not often look for such heavy responsibilities," he says, his voice the timbre of a mountain's roots, his tone one of infinite patience and loaded expectation. "The light inside you has dimmed since your first forays into leadership. But it has not yet gone out, has it?"
As the roll failed, Rayo has spent 3000MP for Sohalia to thread with Vi!
VI
