Starlight bloomed across the stone floor of the shrine, blooming like frost reversed—silver-gold light coalescing into petals that spread outward before they flared upward into form. Safrin stepped into being as if she had always been there, the shadows of her gown glimmering with blues and silvers to match the offering laid at her feet.
She did not speak immediately.
Instead, she moved forward in silence, her eyes—so often distant with divinity—now softened with a quiet, almost maternal pride. Her gaze fell upon the sculpture first, the woven glass of star and storm. A slow smile curved her lips. Then to the rings.
She knelt beside them, reaching down with a grace that turned the act reverent. Her fingers hovered above the dried blood, and with a flicker of energy like a breath drawn from the void of space, the crimson stains vanished. In their place, the twin bands shimmered. One hand splayed above the rings, and from her palm unfurled a single thread of starlight, split in two as it descended. The wind-carved rings pulsed faintly, absorbing the power without sound or flash, only a subtle shift—like breath caught before a storm.
"Should your daughter find herself in danger," Safrin said softly, her gaze lifting to meet Sah’s, "she can bring herself to you in an instant."
Her hand lingered for a moment longer, then she stood once more, the light around her dimming back to the still hush of the shrine. Then, without another word, Safrin vanished—leaving the rings aglow upon the altar.
Sah has received: Little Breeze| Twin rings. When the button of one is pressed, it teleports the holder to the other ring regardless of distance. One use only.
She did not speak immediately.
Instead, she moved forward in silence, her eyes—so often distant with divinity—now softened with a quiet, almost maternal pride. Her gaze fell upon the sculpture first, the woven glass of star and storm. A slow smile curved her lips. Then to the rings.
She knelt beside them, reaching down with a grace that turned the act reverent. Her fingers hovered above the dried blood, and with a flicker of energy like a breath drawn from the void of space, the crimson stains vanished. In their place, the twin bands shimmered. One hand splayed above the rings, and from her palm unfurled a single thread of starlight, split in two as it descended. The wind-carved rings pulsed faintly, absorbing the power without sound or flash, only a subtle shift—like breath caught before a storm.
"Should your daughter find herself in danger," Safrin said softly, her gaze lifting to meet Sah’s, "she can bring herself to you in an instant."
Her hand lingered for a moment longer, then she stood once more, the light around her dimming back to the still hush of the shrine. Then, without another word, Safrin vanished—leaving the rings aglow upon the altar.
Sah has received: Little Breeze| Twin rings. When the button of one is pressed, it teleports the holder to the other ring regardless of distance. One use only.
