Light grew around him, but not the light he had come to associate with his Lady. Still, it was life, and Hadama took it for a good sign. The voice which accompanied it was unfamiliar and yet achingly reminiscent of another youthful, boyish tone that he had once known.
One he had lost many years ago; his youngest brother cursed at the Underwater Shrine by a malevolent spirit.
The King remained still for several moments, considering past and present and future before he let out the breath he had held and sank down into the swirl of glowing plankton. Hello, he greeted, solemn and respectful. This was Safrin's Shrine, and he would not believe that any malevolent spirit would dare to intrude here until proven otherwise. Are you also a friend?
One he had lost many years ago; his youngest brother cursed at the Underwater Shrine by a malevolent spirit.
The King remained still for several moments, considering past and present and future before he let out the breath he had held and sank down into the swirl of glowing plankton. Hello, he greeted, solemn and respectful. This was Safrin's Shrine, and he would not believe that any malevolent spirit would dare to intrude here until proven otherwise. Are you also a friend?
