"I would like to think so too," Vi agrees, letting the silence stretch out between them for a few moments, as if to allow the dust of this occasion to settle, to give Sohalia a chance to simply breathe and to be in this little pocket of eternity. Stepping towards the lilies she has brought, the God of Life brushes his fingers across the engraved vase, setting the sun and stars patterning it to glowing, and something about the flowers suggests that they will bloom for perhaps longer than expected once this meeting has ended.
"My roses are one of my most precious gifts to this world, and to the one waiting beyond it," he continues, lifting dark eyes to settle once more on her face. "What would you do with one should you earn it, Sohalia Lumaris?" Would she cure a person of an ailment, cleanse an area of the void? Keep it for herself?
"My roses are one of my most precious gifts to this world, and to the one waiting beyond it," he continues, lifting dark eyes to settle once more on her face. "What would you do with one should you earn it, Sohalia Lumaris?" Would she cure a person of an ailment, cleanse an area of the void? Keep it for herself?
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