[This is the last week of June. Back in Sornieth, this would be the beginning of the Brightshine Jubilee, the celebration of the Light flight. Being in a world of completely different cultures, Liora didn't plan a full celebration of her own. Even if she were still home, she could hardly celebrate with Erebus at large and the whole world in danger. Regardless, she wasn't going to go without taking a few moments to honor the Light flight deity.]

[First she took a stick and drew the Light flight insignia into the dirt. As she stands in front of it, preparing to say her prayer, she remembers something lightly hanging from her neck. She pulls off the coin-sized jade disc that Ayame had given her months ago that was supposed to bring her good fortune. Whether it had worked or not, Liora realizes that she could no longer wear it. Not only does it feel like a betrayal to her own culture, but she realizes that she would need to find her own strength. Liora closes her talon around the disc before closing her eyes and tossing the item away. She then sets up her device and begins her broadcast. She figures the Lightweaver would better hear her this way. She gets on her knees, bowing her head as she begins her prayer.]

Oh Lightweaver, I come to honor you on this, the first day of the Brightshine Jubilee. For eight months, I've been trapped in this world, unable to complete my mission. Every day, my incompetence tears me apart. Just recently, during that spirit invasion, I felt something I never thought I could feel...it felt as though the light was working against me...

[She pauses, thinking to herself to stay strong, despite the hopelessness she feels.]

Oh Lightweaver...please guide me. Help me tap into my power...and into your light. I know you realize how important it is...even more than I do...