Ingrid
She felt her body relax into the warmth that filled the temple, and as Safrin stepped into the open, Ingrid's vision grew blurry with tears. Ingrid knew this starlight. It marked her soul. The pull of the memory became the pull of the portal, and black smoke filled the air with the smell of death. For the millionth time, Ingrid watched the last remnants of the Moon's spirit wink out of existence. This starlight was almost too much to bear.
She was jolted back to the present when Safrin placed a hand on her shoulder. Aloof and haughty, the Moon would never have touched her. No, this was not her Moon, but Safrin had answered her prayer.
"Too much? Never think it, precious one."
As the candles sparkled with the goddess's presence, their light cast a shadow of meaning: these stars were Safrin's stars, and at long last, they would be beautiful again. Ingrid felt a rush of gratitude towards the goddess. "I am yours to command," she said, her tone laying bare every inch of the humbleness and wonder she felt.
She was jolted back to the present when Safrin placed a hand on her shoulder. Aloof and haughty, the Moon would never have touched her. No, this was not her Moon, but Safrin had answered her prayer.
"Too much? Never think it, precious one."
As the candles sparkled with the goddess's presence, their light cast a shadow of meaning: these stars were Safrin's stars, and at long last, they would be beautiful again. Ingrid felt a rush of gratitude towards the goddess. "I am yours to command," she said, her tone laying bare every inch of the humbleness and wonder she felt.
