SAFRIN
Rain and dusk blur the lighthouse windows until the world beyond the glass becomes little more than a wash of grey, the sea and sky blending together in a quiet, patient hush. Within the shrine, however, the dimness shifts almost imperceptibly, as though the air itself has decided to remember how to shine. At first it is only a soft glimmer—light collecting where there had been none—threads of silver and pale gold weaving through the shadows like the slow unfurling of constellations. The shrine grows brighter not in a sudden flare but in a steady, inevitable bloom, until the radiance resolves into a figure standing beside the offering Sohalia has so carefully placed.
The herald’s presence carries the gentle gravity of starlight itself—luminous rather than blinding, warm rather than harsh—and when her gaze settles upon Sohalia, her smile is both welcoming and quietly knowing upon the Luminary. "You seem to have settled in well after Stormbreak's fall." Her voice flows through the chamber like velvet over glass, before the goddess's gaze drifts toward the constellation map, her attention lingering over the golden ink that traces familiar celestial lines across the parchment. Long fingers hover just above the frame, not quite touching, yet the light along the inked stars brightens faintly beneath her attention. "How thoughtful."
The approval is clear, her smile deepening slightly as she studies the small piece of sky Sohalia has captured. When Safrin’s eyes lift again, the warmth in them remains, though something more curious flickers there as Sohalia’s request settles into the quiet space between them. One elegant brow arches. "A two-way parchment," she repeats softly, the corners of her mouth curving with faint amusement, as though the request is far less mysterious to her than Sohalia might assume. "Certainly. I can do that." Safrin inclines her head slightly, the motion graceful and unhurried, before continuing. "Here is what you must do."
Sohalia has been given a quest! She must:
1. Have someone from the Gilded Market create two pieces of parchment that won't wrinkle/be torn
2. Collect ink from a Tudalopus or Kraken, OR buy ink made from Gore Crow feathers
3. Communicate something important only by writing and experience the ramifications of it (i.e., learn the drawbacks of only communicating via writing)
4. Spend a thread journaling/writing something meaningful beneath the stars
The herald’s presence carries the gentle gravity of starlight itself—luminous rather than blinding, warm rather than harsh—and when her gaze settles upon Sohalia, her smile is both welcoming and quietly knowing upon the Luminary. "You seem to have settled in well after Stormbreak's fall." Her voice flows through the chamber like velvet over glass, before the goddess's gaze drifts toward the constellation map, her attention lingering over the golden ink that traces familiar celestial lines across the parchment. Long fingers hover just above the frame, not quite touching, yet the light along the inked stars brightens faintly beneath her attention. "How thoughtful."
The approval is clear, her smile deepening slightly as she studies the small piece of sky Sohalia has captured. When Safrin’s eyes lift again, the warmth in them remains, though something more curious flickers there as Sohalia’s request settles into the quiet space between them. One elegant brow arches. "A two-way parchment," she repeats softly, the corners of her mouth curving with faint amusement, as though the request is far less mysterious to her than Sohalia might assume. "Certainly. I can do that." Safrin inclines her head slightly, the motion graceful and unhurried, before continuing. "Here is what you must do."
Sohalia has been given a quest! She must:
1. Have someone from the Gilded Market create two pieces of parchment that won't wrinkle/be torn
2. Collect ink from a Tudalopus or Kraken, OR buy ink made from Gore Crow feathers
3. Communicate something important only by writing and experience the ramifications of it (i.e., learn the drawbacks of only communicating via writing)
4. Spend a thread journaling/writing something meaningful beneath the stars
