Normally he tended to the Underwater Shrine, but his allegiance was to Safrin and he felt a certain satisfaction in coming to a shrine dedicated to her and Vi alone. He swam to the edge of Aumakua at midnight, to a place where the beach dropped off sharply into the water, and used his magic to clean off a large, flat stone. On it he pulled his offering from the waves: flowers, simple but beautiful. The delicate, white, star-shaped sea blooms would never had survived in the harsh air of the surface so he had carefully transplanted a small portion of sandy soil from the sea floor and the living flowers that had rooted there into a large clear glass buoy. Filled with water instead of air, the buoy no longer floated but it made an excellent container for the bouquet and the glowing plankton that lit up when the water in the container shifted, swirling around the flowers like little living nebulae.
He laid his trident along the stone as he considered his words carefully before speaking.
"Safrin. I would seek your guidance. And your further blessing on my trident." He bowed his head deeply in respect and devotion and added simply: "Please."
He laid his trident along the stone as he considered his words carefully before speaking.
"Safrin. I would seek your guidance. And your further blessing on my trident." He bowed his head deeply in respect and devotion and added simply: "Please."
