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She appears, his starlit child blighted by more than the infection that had taken her within the Spire. It has taken root deep inside her now, twisting and corrupting that which makes her dance upon the cosmos and breathe life and starfire into the skies. ”I would,” he repeats in response to her remark, his tone deep and earthy and warm. A voice to burst mountains into bloom.”I have a gift for you,” he continues, suddenly before Safrin as though they have always been standing only a hair’s breath from each other. The rose between his fingertips shimmers crimson, and its golden thorns twinkle in the darkness. ”But first I would hear what you have to say.”
Because there was a tide between them that he felt had just rapidly pulled out, and Safrin was rife to let it loose in a tsunami.
