Time was running out. War was almost upon them and Tal could feel it breathing down his neck. Sooner, not later, their world would shift and crack apart at the seams.
And everything would change.
And maybe not everyone would survive.
He wasn't in Torchline often, but he was here to kill two birds with one stone... and since he was in the area, well, it only made sense to pay his respects. So it was that as twilight draped the coast and the first stars began to shine overhead Tal climbed the lighthouse, fingers trailing reverently along the stone walls as he spiraled to the top and the altar there. It was a pilgrimage to more than just Safrin, but he couldn't put into words just what it meant to look out over the wild, unfrozen Arclight ocean for long moments before he turned to lay out his glass rose, clear as ice but forever unmelting, on the altar with finicky precision. "Safrin? I just... wanted to say 'thanks' for all the help. I really appreciate it. An' I hope I'll see you again on... on the other side of all this. So, um. Take care of yourself, please." It was an awkward whisper of a prayer for an awkward young man.
A pale dragon, tall as a wolfhound but as muscular as a mastiff, guarded the stairs to ensure her companion wasn't disturbed in his prayers. Not, at least, without ample warning from the scaly guardian.
And everything would change.
And maybe not everyone would survive.
He wasn't in Torchline often, but he was here to kill two birds with one stone... and since he was in the area, well, it only made sense to pay his respects. So it was that as twilight draped the coast and the first stars began to shine overhead Tal climbed the lighthouse, fingers trailing reverently along the stone walls as he spiraled to the top and the altar there. It was a pilgrimage to more than just Safrin, but he couldn't put into words just what it meant to look out over the wild, unfrozen Arclight ocean for long moments before he turned to lay out his glass rose, clear as ice but forever unmelting, on the altar with finicky precision. "Safrin? I just... wanted to say 'thanks' for all the help. I really appreciate it. An' I hope I'll see you again on... on the other side of all this. So, um. Take care of yourself, please." It was an awkward whisper of a prayer for an awkward young man.
A pale dragon, tall as a wolfhound but as muscular as a mastiff, guarded the stairs to ensure her companion wasn't disturbed in his prayers. Not, at least, without ample warning from the scaly guardian.
