RONIN
Up and up and up.
The glow at the top of the lighthouse was a welcome reward for the climb (Ronin had felt it would be insincere to simply ride up on his cloud), and so the hunter had walked, armed with his offering, to the shrine overlooking the sea. He had paused on the way to say hello to his daughter, lingering longer than intended, and now it was full dark and the sky was clear, spangled with stars.
Pausing for a second to catch his breath, Ronin moved to set his offerings down; they came tonight in the form of strange blooms he had found in the marketplace. Ghostly white things, they were beautiful and gave off a hazy, sensous kind of smell, seeming to glow by moonlight. What they were and where they came from was beyond him, but he thought them beautiful and so wished to share them with his goddess.
Alas, he had also come for answers. "Safrin," he spoke softly, reverently. "May I speak with you, please?"
The glow at the top of the lighthouse was a welcome reward for the climb (Ronin had felt it would be insincere to simply ride up on his cloud), and so the hunter had walked, armed with his offering, to the shrine overlooking the sea. He had paused on the way to say hello to his daughter, lingering longer than intended, and now it was full dark and the sky was clear, spangled with stars.
Pausing for a second to catch his breath, Ronin moved to set his offerings down; they came tonight in the form of strange blooms he had found in the marketplace. Ghostly white things, they were beautiful and gave off a hazy, sensous kind of smell, seeming to glow by moonlight. What they were and where they came from was beyond him, but he thought them beautiful and so wished to share them with his goddess.
Alas, he had also come for answers. "Safrin," he spoke softly, reverently. "May I speak with you, please?"
one more wish for you
