The ocean at night was dark indeed, but the light of the moon still slipped silvery fingers below the waves to stroke the sand to silver and limn the altar's shape in cold fire. Hadama slipped soundlessly through the water on a manta's weightless wings until he reached it. His tattoos were bleached to white gold that glimmered against his dark hide as he settled before the shrine and slipped an offering from the net at his harness.
A black nautilus shell pendant, painstakingly polished to a high shine, was set on the stone first. His trident was placed on the ground before the altar; a gesture of peace, and in hope of a blessing before he lifted his eyes to the night sky beyond the sea's surface and prayed. Safrin, I have questions about the upcoming War and how to better prepare myself for it. He paused, remembering the bloodless encantados and Flora's recent warning on the notice board and his brows drew together slightly in concern. And... of recent strange happenings in Torchline. Please.
A black nautilus shell pendant, painstakingly polished to a high shine, was set on the stone first. His trident was placed on the ground before the altar; a gesture of peace, and in hope of a blessing before he lifted his eyes to the night sky beyond the sea's surface and prayed. Safrin, I have questions about the upcoming War and how to better prepare myself for it. He paused, remembering the bloodless encantados and Flora's recent warning on the notice board and his brows drew together slightly in concern. And... of recent strange happenings in Torchline. Please.
