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It has been almost two years since Vi last approached a mortal. Almost two years and he’s here yet again, calling the same name, summoning the same individual.Amalia Chandrakant.
Wherever Amalia is, whether she’s sleeping or waking, the rumble of his voice will reach deep into her head, rousing her, stirring her, compelling her to the fields and to Safrin’s shrine.
When she arrives it will be to find the God of Life gazing up at the stairs, the ground around his feet blooming in wild colours; flowers not native to the Grounds grow freely, tickling at the baker’s legs, and the fragrant scent of the blooms fill the air.
Slowly, his dark eyes flick down to fix on her. ”Shield of Safrin,” he rumbles. ”Whose work do you do? Do not lie to me.”
