Just out of reach

SAFRIN I will do everything in my power to see that I do. The goddess replies in earnest. But should I falter, know that just as the light from my stars travels millions of miles to reach you, so too will I traverse time and space to return. Extending a hand towards the mermanta's face, it's with fingers that are both warm and cool like a summer's rain, that she softly traces the line of his jaw. The smell of petrichor will reach his nostrils, as well as lavender; smells that one such as he will not have encountered terribly often in his lifetime, and they will energize both his mind and body. Now go, Hadama. Go and create yet another link between the merfolk and the airbreathers of Torchline that both might be the stronger for your efforts. So saying, with a warm pulse of starlight the goddess vanishes, leaving in her wake a trail of galactic light that will shimmer a bright periwinkle for the next few hours. ~FIN