Eulalie watched the expression on his face drift into thoughtfulness, listened to his humming with a soft smile curling her lips. Faith, she knew perhaps more than any, was not easy to come by. Not something that landed in your lap and hung around like a lazy cat. Believing took work. Believing in something, or someone, meant that despite all the evidence in the world that went against it, you never doubted. And doubt, doubt was as easy to come by as the blades of grass in the meadow or the grains of sand in the desert. Always there, perhaps small individually, but when they came together they formed something encompassing and unable to ignore.
She had never had much faith in the gods, or at most the one who had been patron to her home in Solterra. Her family had very much believed in and practiced beneath Solis' golden light. But there had been no god in her parents selling her as a slave. There had been no god in those chains, no god in the scars on her body. There had been no god in that life except for maybe the one her slave owner had believed himself to be.
Eulalie's faith had had to be in herself in order to escape that life, and in nobody else.
"All you need to do," the ivory and sunshine woman replied, looking at Ulric's quirked brow with a smile matching his own, not daring to speak on expectations, "is to keep your mind open to the idea that anything is possible." A slave could escape her owner, a boy on the brink of death could grasp onto life with a vice grip. Pink dolphins could call a river home. Eulalie laughed, clear and light like air before gesturing further down the river. "Come on, we best get back to walking," she said, and moved away from their place on the bank of the Rapax to continue their patrol.
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