sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
The snow around the Sea of Glass sparkled in reverence before Safrin ever appeared, casting a soft sheen over the world like the hush of a breath just before a prayer is answered. She came without fanfare—no blaze of starlight, no eruption of celestial might—but rather as the moonlight itself, condensing and folding into the familiar shape of her body, draped in sweeping layers of indigo and silver that kissed the snow without ever melting it.
Her gaze went first to the lantern.
A soundless breath left her as she took in the star-forged design, her fingertips gliding over the ironwork with a kind of tender pride. The flickering constellations danced across her face as she turned it slowly in her hands, letting it warm her palms with its flame. "You always give me the most thoughtful gifts," she murmured, her voice soft and low, like a lullaby spun from moonlight and shadow. "Even when you are rushing."
Her eyes lifted to him then, catching the bow of his head, the way the weight of urgency pulled at the edges of his usually measured composure. Safrin’s features sobered, her expression turning from fondness to something more intent. "And yet you have done it," she said quietly, but there was no mistaking the force behind the words. "You rose like I asked. Swift and steady."
The goddess stepped forward, the snow parting for her feet like petals yielding to the sun, and reached out to brush her fingers just beneath Hadama’s chin. Not lifting, but anchoring. "You understand now, don’t you? The pace of the void. The speed with which it devours. There is no time for the old tides." Her thumb swept once along the strong edge of his jaw.
Hadama has completed his quest and received
Temporal Echo | Hadama manifests an illusionary echo of himself that moves slightly out of phase with the original, making him difficult to target. The image has hit points equal to his END, cannot do physical damage to others. Can only be used once per thread.
Her gaze went first to the lantern.
A soundless breath left her as she took in the star-forged design, her fingertips gliding over the ironwork with a kind of tender pride. The flickering constellations danced across her face as she turned it slowly in her hands, letting it warm her palms with its flame. "You always give me the most thoughtful gifts," she murmured, her voice soft and low, like a lullaby spun from moonlight and shadow. "Even when you are rushing."
Her eyes lifted to him then, catching the bow of his head, the way the weight of urgency pulled at the edges of his usually measured composure. Safrin’s features sobered, her expression turning from fondness to something more intent. "And yet you have done it," she said quietly, but there was no mistaking the force behind the words. "You rose like I asked. Swift and steady."
The goddess stepped forward, the snow parting for her feet like petals yielding to the sun, and reached out to brush her fingers just beneath Hadama’s chin. Not lifting, but anchoring. "You understand now, don’t you? The pace of the void. The speed with which it devours. There is no time for the old tides." Her thumb swept once along the strong edge of his jaw.
Hadama has completed his quest and received
Temporal Echo | Hadama manifests an illusionary echo of himself that moves slightly out of phase with the original, making him difficult to target. The image has hit points equal to his END, cannot do physical damage to others. Can only be used once per thread.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
