pilgrim's promise

Safrin Receiving Amalia’s feline embrace with own palms, Safrin tilts her head back and laughs. At the same time she seems to open, to welcome the trio of attuned into the wide cosmic vortex of her mind, filling them with light of both mind and body. “Indeed. And much more to see yet.” She agrees. Humming a thoughtful sound, her fingers working just behind Amalia’s ears, she nods. “A creature of Rae’s. It is like...a bit of the earth got bored simply being a part of the continent and broke off, taking on sentience out of boredom.” It had all the makings of a child’s story, and yet the goddess seemed serious enough. “And now it drifts, and experiences simply being alive. It delights in mere movement and experiencing the passage of time in different places.” Glancing towards Deimos, the goddess regarded him for a moment—seeing the man through the animal—before smiling sadly. “I do, of course. But it is not your home. The auroras you will see—“ She looked towards Kiada with a small shake of her head, “—will not be those you remember.” Sighing, she looked up to the sky. “Halo is a hard and harsh place. The formation of these mountains were originally caused by the rising-up of the mountain range that cuts through Caido and where its namesake resides. This place should have fallen away into the sea honestly, and is sustained largely now through magic. The ice genies and such grant wishes of a sort; always some sort of dark trade that sustains their magic.” She frowned at this, but concluded with a shrug.