The fruit seems to wobble along the shrine, moving so far as to roll into the flowers that are placed there. And suddenly, it appears as though the fruit begins to leech its color into the flower, until the once orange and pink hues have darkened into a purple stain, one that lifts with a surprisingly warm longheat breeze.
The stain drifts with the wind into the flame of a candle, sparking it into a brighter hue as the flame grows bigger, enough to catch the candle beside it aflame as well. ”War is coming, young one.” A voice fills the shrine, one that sounds as if it comes from everywhere and nowhere all the same.
”Tell me about who you are.” The spirit flame seems to lean in toward Sah, a bright curiosity flickering in the flames.
The stain drifts with the wind into the flame of a candle, sparking it into a brighter hue as the flame grows bigger, enough to catch the candle beside it aflame as well. ”War is coming, young one.” A voice fills the shrine, one that sounds as if it comes from everywhere and nowhere all the same.
”Tell me about who you are.” The spirit flame seems to lean in toward Sah, a bright curiosity flickering in the flames.
