It would be another day before the King woke to the strange call that drew him to the Greatwood. Until then the Kuali'i Isles guided him and his human friend, their path lit by Hadama's starlit trident until they reached the hungry depths of the Maw. He kept close to Ray, ensuring she was well within the protection of his ring, and when they dove down towards the kraken's home he looped a cautionary arm around her waist. He had no desire for them to be separated in the engulfing dark, and as they went deeper he used his water magic to mitigate the pressure on her as best he could.
They had come seeking the hidden heart of the Arclight. Hadama carried a pale, bleached stone from the Ahi Coast beach; one that had spent countless years tossed and baking upon the strand. Ray held an aqueix to her chest, the watery bird wrapped in a fine net of kelp to keep it still and countered by Hadama's magic when it tried to flow through the fine mesh that caught and gently but firmly held it in its more solid moments.
We have come to trade, he called into the dark when they had descended to the place where legend held the kraken slept. His trident's glow and the starlit currents from his ring only served to isolate them in a sphere of dim illumination surrounded on all sides by the crushing black, but he held firm to his belief in the star-eyed owl and his trust in Safrin, and though his voice was cautious it was unafraid. For the map.
Sun-bleached stone: {SE} The darkness doesn't need us
Live aqueix: Tipping the scales
They had come seeking the hidden heart of the Arclight. Hadama carried a pale, bleached stone from the Ahi Coast beach; one that had spent countless years tossed and baking upon the strand. Ray held an aqueix to her chest, the watery bird wrapped in a fine net of kelp to keep it still and countered by Hadama's magic when it tried to flow through the fine mesh that caught and gently but firmly held it in its more solid moments.
We have come to trade, he called into the dark when they had descended to the place where legend held the kraken slept. His trident's glow and the starlit currents from his ring only served to isolate them in a sphere of dim illumination surrounded on all sides by the crushing black, but he held firm to his belief in the star-eyed owl and his trust in Safrin, and though his voice was cautious it was unafraid. For the map.
Sun-bleached stone: {SE} The darkness doesn't need us
Live aqueix: Tipping the scales
