Hadama was a regular visitor to the lighthouse and he brought offerings with most of his visits. There was nothing unusual about the treasures that he carried as he made his way around the shore of the blessed isle, nor the way he stopped and looked up at the sky, seeking out the first stars of evening. He tilted his head to the side, catching a whisper on the wind, and after completing his meditation he moved to the steps inside the pale tower, taking them at a slow but steady pace.
The candles were lit when he arrived, an obsidian orb appearing from thin air upon the altar. He could not see his co-ruler, but he found a small, weary smile for the thin air. "Good evening," he rumbled - to the shrine, the goddess, the queen, or all three - before pacing with careful deliberation to the side of the altar to add his own gifts. A glass orb mounted on a base of polished black wood held within it a second, smaller orb, frosted white and carefully detailed with the craters and features of the moon's surface. Silver glitter rested at the bottom of the outer sphere and when Hadama tipped it over and then set it down beside the obsidian orb they sparkled around the moon like tiny, glittering stars.
He tilted his head at what was already present, and seeing the chain he smiled a little. He reached up to unfasten one of his earrings, a finely wrought braided hoop in gold that had been with him for many years, but he parted with it now for the sake of Torchline - and Flora. It joined the other offerings, and then the Tidebreaker's calm, quiet voice broke the silence once more.
"Safrin," he rumbled, sinking to his knees. "We are ready to extend the protections of Haulani against the Family to Kaiholo Port, if you will give us your blessing."
The candles were lit when he arrived, an obsidian orb appearing from thin air upon the altar. He could not see his co-ruler, but he found a small, weary smile for the thin air. "Good evening," he rumbled - to the shrine, the goddess, the queen, or all three - before pacing with careful deliberation to the side of the altar to add his own gifts. A glass orb mounted on a base of polished black wood held within it a second, smaller orb, frosted white and carefully detailed with the craters and features of the moon's surface. Silver glitter rested at the bottom of the outer sphere and when Hadama tipped it over and then set it down beside the obsidian orb they sparkled around the moon like tiny, glittering stars.
He tilted his head at what was already present, and seeing the chain he smiled a little. He reached up to unfasten one of his earrings, a finely wrought braided hoop in gold that had been with him for many years, but he parted with it now for the sake of Torchline - and Flora. It joined the other offerings, and then the Tidebreaker's calm, quiet voice broke the silence once more.
"Safrin," he rumbled, sinking to his knees. "We are ready to extend the protections of Haulani against the Family to Kaiholo Port, if you will give us your blessing."
