A Million Dreams

The sanctuary dimmed. Though Kalt's words were moving, being in two places at once was not a trick that Safrin had learned. She left such duplicity to her more textile-based counterpart. Stars appeared to fall gently around the man, disappearing before they ever touched the ground but making it appear as though he was standing in a field of infinite light and darkness. Kalt would feel suddenly rejuvenated, his body and mind completely at ease, free of tension and relieved of any lingering doubts or worries. Oh, the assassin would find ways to allow that tension back in of course, but for now, he could at least be soothed.