Hadama carefully cleaned the old altar of the natural debris of the ocean before placing a large, black pearl upon it. The dark pearl was almost invisible in the gloom of the depths, but tiny sparks of silver still caught what little light there was in unexpected flashes. The mermanta had spent several nights in the quiet waters of the Miana Pool, leaning half out of the water on a large, flat rock while he applied tiny droplets of silver to the pearl's surface, picking out three of the brightest constellations in the sky.
He bowed his head, steely hair floating around his shoulders as he drifted into quiet contemplation of the starry goddess and his prayer to her before he finally formed the words.
Safrin, I pray for guidance. I would like to give my people access to the healing waters in your dryland Court. I have come to ask your permission, and I hope for your blessing in this.
He bowed his head, steely hair floating around his shoulders as he drifted into quiet contemplation of the starry goddess and his prayer to her before he finally formed the words.
Safrin, I pray for guidance. I would like to give my people access to the healing waters in your dryland Court. I have come to ask your permission, and I hope for your blessing in this.
