Even though he had no issue with Frey, especially not the Nature aspect of the dual god, Hadama still tread lightly at their shrines. Safrin was his patron goddess and the one who held his heart and loyalty. He did not make offerings lightly to the other gods for that reason. But Rae had helped to ward Torchline from the Void, and for that reason the Tidebreaker had brought offerings to the shrine in Mourn today. He tended the elemental aspects of the shrine with quiet respect, watering the flowers that surrounded it, scooping leaves from the moat, and sprinkling sweet incense into the flame. He closed his eyes to better appreciate the sounds of the wind chimes that sang sweetly in the warm breeze before placing an offering of honey and fresh fruit with the seeds still within upon the shrine.
He bowed his head, offering his gratitude silently before straightening and stepping away, looking at peace in spite of the new scars that crossed his shoulders, back and chest, visible in his usual shirtless state though not yet tattooed over in gold. They were too fresh yet, dark against his brown skin, but well on their way to healing thanks to his magic and that of the Fountain in Torchline.
When he finished he stepped back, granting the shrine a final nod before he turned and began to walk back through the grasses of Mourn, deliberation in each careful step. His eyes scanned the horizon, however, alert for trouble before it might find him. Especially from the direction of the Barrows, and the most recent... disruption... that had arisen there.
Thalassa
He bowed his head, offering his gratitude silently before straightening and stepping away, looking at peace in spite of the new scars that crossed his shoulders, back and chest, visible in his usual shirtless state though not yet tattooed over in gold. They were too fresh yet, dark against his brown skin, but well on their way to healing thanks to his magic and that of the Fountain in Torchline.
When he finished he stepped back, granting the shrine a final nod before he turned and began to walk back through the grasses of Mourn, deliberation in each careful step. His eyes scanned the horizon, however, alert for trouble before it might find him. Especially from the direction of the Barrows, and the most recent... disruption... that had arisen there.
Thalassa
