Safrin
The air stills; not gradually, but completely.
The thin veil of cloud above the tundra parts just enough for light to sharpen, and the snow begins to glow faintly, each drift catching starlight as though it has been dusted with crushed crystal. The shrine answers firstl the eight-pointed star at its crown igniting softly, then steadily, until silver radiance spills down the carved stone.
Safrin’s form gathers from light and frost, dark hair spilling like a slice of night against the pale world. Constellations glimmer along her skin, shifting with lazy elegance and when her gaze settles on Noah, her smile is immediate, pleased and proud. "You have done well." Her voice carries warmth that defies Halo’s cold, even during Longheat. She turns her attention to the shrine, lifting one luminous hand toward the fountain. At her touch, the water brightens, sparkling as though filled with ground stars. The blossoms tremble and stretch, colour deepening; new buds swell along their stems despite the snow. The golden stone gleams, dragon eggshell inlays catching and holding starlight like memory.
She closes her eyes briefly, and the structure settles into itself, no longer simply built, but awakened. When she faces him again, approval shines unabashedly in her expression. "This shrine will stand as a beacon in the Greenwing. A place of safety, a reminder that even in the harshest tundra, life endures." Her gaze flicks briefly toward the lodge beyond. "Just as your home serves the same purpose. Sanctuary and strength, side by side."
A softer note enters her voice, though her pride remains undiminished. "Vi is pleased. Your devotion honours him as surely as it honours me."
Noah has completed his quest, and the Hunting Lodge Shrine can now be used to call down Safrin or Vi!
The thin veil of cloud above the tundra parts just enough for light to sharpen, and the snow begins to glow faintly, each drift catching starlight as though it has been dusted with crushed crystal. The shrine answers firstl the eight-pointed star at its crown igniting softly, then steadily, until silver radiance spills down the carved stone.
Safrin’s form gathers from light and frost, dark hair spilling like a slice of night against the pale world. Constellations glimmer along her skin, shifting with lazy elegance and when her gaze settles on Noah, her smile is immediate, pleased and proud. "You have done well." Her voice carries warmth that defies Halo’s cold, even during Longheat. She turns her attention to the shrine, lifting one luminous hand toward the fountain. At her touch, the water brightens, sparkling as though filled with ground stars. The blossoms tremble and stretch, colour deepening; new buds swell along their stems despite the snow. The golden stone gleams, dragon eggshell inlays catching and holding starlight like memory.
She closes her eyes briefly, and the structure settles into itself, no longer simply built, but awakened. When she faces him again, approval shines unabashedly in her expression. "This shrine will stand as a beacon in the Greenwing. A place of safety, a reminder that even in the harshest tundra, life endures." Her gaze flicks briefly toward the lodge beyond. "Just as your home serves the same purpose. Sanctuary and strength, side by side."
A softer note enters her voice, though her pride remains undiminished. "Vi is pleased. Your devotion honours him as surely as it honours me."
Noah has completed his quest, and the Hunting Lodge Shrine can now be used to call down Safrin or Vi!
