it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
In the deeper depths of the ocean, the waters were cool and crisp and pleasantly dark. Nearer to shore though, warmed by the heat of Longheat, even the midnight waves were pleasantly warm. Amidst an aurora of bioluminescent light swam Safrin, clothed in the barest of sea-foam spray fabric, the goddess seemed to glide through the waves that gently tousled her body, rather than swim through them. Overhead the spray of stars in the heavens seemed nearer for Safrin's presence, as if the sky were not so unfathomably far away, but almost near enough to reach. As if the world were not so big, but a great deal more intimate and close while within Safrin's aura.
Ronin... The goddess' call had come earlier in the day when her Star had come to Torchline, her words a shimmer in his mind, beckoning him to meet her later that night. Now her voice served to guide him to the specific cove, at this specific time.
Ronin... The goddess' call had come earlier in the day when her Star had come to Torchline, her words a shimmer in his mind, beckoning him to meet her later that night. Now her voice served to guide him to the specific cove, at this specific time.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
