Vi steps down from the shrine wall, and the whole cosmos seems to breathe with his presence. Fireflies cascade up from the grasses at his feet, dazzling and streaming around the pale wings that adorn his chosen. He is, of course, like stone - unmoved but not unfeeling, and he watches her delight with as close to pride as the mercurial god can get. ”Until then,” he tells her with a grave nod. ”Keep your wits about you for as long as you can. There is much to do.”
More than even she can be aware of, at this moment in time. Machinations are at work, involving so many complex threads that it would not do involve her at present. ”Go - the Climb awaits.” The next swathe of fireflies takes Vi along with it, the god scattering to the skies, leaving Amalia in silence and in peace.
~FIN
More than even she can be aware of, at this moment in time. Machinations are at work, involving so many complex threads that it would not do involve her at present. ”Go - the Climb awaits.” The next swathe of fireflies takes Vi along with it, the god scattering to the skies, leaving Amalia in silence and in peace.
~FIN
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