>you managed to do great on both checks! This may call for a celebration in the future.>>6183185It’s time for the truth. You help Soralisa take off your armour, setting it aside piece by piece, and you do the same with hers. The others watch the two of you slipping out of your underwear, as Rubida gently takes them, wincing as she sees the scars criss-crossing your back.
Willow gives you a sad look, her eyes lingering over your back, which then morphs into a trembling smile.
“Nothing to worry about.” Her Sun is warm on your skin. Sweat starts to glisten on it, around your neck, slipping towards your taut stomach. Soralisa is a trembling mess of skittering legs, her arms still wrapped in the golden bandages of Ansàrra.
“Nothing at all,” you say comforting her, taking her hands in your own. “She Shines upon us.”
“Y-Yes,” she agrees, and then you set yourselves to work.
You draw the circle right besides the mouth of the central chamber, a round black hole that plunges down into the depths of the Temple. A few times, it feels like you can hear a sound coming from there. Perhaps it’s the wind, fluting through the passages.
Whatever it may be, you must focus on the Sanction now.
Under Soralisa’s sapient teachings, you manage to create a perfect circle right besides the plunging hole.
“Now for the oils,” she instructs you. “We have to proceed this way, dropping just a bit with every step…”
[cont.]
