strength for tomorrow

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame LongNight’s stretch had ended, and with it, Flowerbirth’s resurgence over necessities and lists of things to be accomplished. It’d been a while since their last attempts at ensuring Halo was safe; protected and shielded from the Family’s sedition. Now though, with a new year pressing, it meant they had more opportunities, more goals, more aspirations, to return to what they’d once had. Stepping within the Citadel’s shrine, Deimos carried offerings meant for the favored herald. Taking his time in the precision and care, he unfurled each individual bestowal – most handmade by Halovian citizens, including many portions of jewelry, bangles, necklaces, and headpieces to honor Safrin. Embedded within were depictions of the cosmos or the stars themselves in different hues, others incandescent and radiant with streaks of hues made to highlight the evening skies. Taking a deep breath, he then bowed his head, waiting as he extended the greetings. “Safrin, I hope your LongNight went well.” Calm, at least, without too many discrepancies to deal with in the aftermath. “Would you be willing to assist Halo in adding healing to your hot springs?” To be able to mend and assuage the wounds of their own again and again. -- Deimos is asking for an RQ from Safrin to add healing into the hot springs waters. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace