She was a beautiful goddess and it often felt right to bring her beautiful things, but Safrin was also the herald of Life and it was in service of both aspects that Hadama approached Her shrine on a moonless night when the stars shone brightest.
He had searched Razortooth Basin at a slow, careful pace, seeking the largest and brightest of the glowing sea stars to coax into his hand with bits of shelled mollusc. He had crafted a flexible filigree of slender silver wire to adorn it, set with tiny crystals that sparkled in the sea star's own light before bringing it to the island shrine and placing it gently in a shallow tide pool while he prayed.
"Safrin. Thank you for your gifts. They have served me well." Those of material use and those of information, both, and the King was grateful for her interventions in the past. "Would you help me to shine brighter?" So saying, he offered his trident towards the lighthouse and bowed his head deeply in petition for his Lady's answer.
He had searched Razortooth Basin at a slow, careful pace, seeking the largest and brightest of the glowing sea stars to coax into his hand with bits of shelled mollusc. He had crafted a flexible filigree of slender silver wire to adorn it, set with tiny crystals that sparkled in the sea star's own light before bringing it to the island shrine and placing it gently in a shallow tide pool while he prayed.
"Safrin. Thank you for your gifts. They have served me well." Those of material use and those of information, both, and the King was grateful for her interventions in the past. "Would you help me to shine brighter?" So saying, he offered his trident towards the lighthouse and bowed his head deeply in petition for his Lady's answer.
