He followed his co-ruler up the stairs, his steps slow and stately in her wake. The Tidebreaker moved with intentional grace, pausing at the entrance of the beacon room to let Flora lay her offerings down upon the altar first. When she finished he stepped forward to place his own gifts upon the polished stone: a delicate diadem of silver and platinum with a fringe of tiny opals resting on a square of pitch black plush velvet and small bottle of smoked glass holding a finely aged port wine.
He sat back then, a slight distance behind Flora as he folded his hands into his lap and bowed his head deeply to the altar. He listened to the prayer that the Doubletake spoke, his pride in her and his agreement with her words silent but profound as he lent his support and strength to their shared request.
He sat back then, a slight distance behind Flora as he folded his hands into his lap and bowed his head deeply to the altar. He listened to the prayer that the Doubletake spoke, his pride in her and his agreement with her words silent but profound as he lent his support and strength to their shared request.
