[Against the storm of Set’s wrath and grief and love and rapture, Liem can only stand firm, gripping his hand as sand eddies and whirls about them both. He cannot truly grasp from whence the enormity of Set’s emotion springs, and so, he simply lets the other man clutch at him and lean his weight against him, offering the solidity of his presence and companionship against the chaos that has descended upon them both.
As the god rests against him, Liem’s other arm lifts to encircle his waist, a tentative embrace from one who is not accustomed to extending such things. But when the storm of feeling abruptly abates in the face of a surge of cool, dark tranquillity, his grip only tightens.]
This iconography is hers, then?
[Despite the relief they had seen in the antechamber, Liem would not have thought to associate this place with the Queen of Miracles. But for Set to be so certain, perhaps this temple hearkens to his own home, on his world, rather than Golarion.]
Another relic of Earth, but in Highstorm’s lands instead of Springstar’s. I wonder what it could mean…
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As the god rests against him, Liem’s other arm lifts to encircle his waist, a tentative embrace from one who is not accustomed to extending such things. But when the storm of feeling abruptly abates in the face of a surge of cool, dark tranquillity, his grip only tightens.]
This iconography is hers, then?
[Despite the relief they had seen in the antechamber, Liem would not have thought to associate this place with the Queen of Miracles. But for Set to be so certain, perhaps this temple hearkens to his own home, on his world, rather than Golarion.]
Another relic of Earth, but in Highstorm’s lands instead of Springstar’s. I wonder what it could mean…