[Worship] promise land

[Maxence]

MAXENCE LOOKING UP FOR HEAVEN Maxence listened, he thought, he meditated, and still he felt nothing. Why could Inkheart follow a god so blindly without any sign to his existence? Maxence believed but was it enough? He still doubted. Why would Solis not show him a sign? Inkhearts prayed struck a wave of envy upon him as he focussed upon the words, wishing that it was he who would devote words so willingly to someone. How safe she must feel to live under the protection of a god, and in her mind reap all his blessings.  Perhaps he was being too specific. This is what Maxence came to realise as Inkheart finished her praise and threnodies. Solis had spared his life during the Teryr fight had he not? Inches from death in every direction and somehow he had survived - looking back there was no way that could have happened save for divine intervention. "Solis," Maxence uttered breahtlessly finally casting his face to the sun without fear. "Thank you" he would then lament, eyes slowly shutting as he sent his gratitude to the heavens, and then stepped from the altar. The offering was left, their wishes given; everything in it's right place. Leviathan had made it too it would seem, and though Maxence did not strike him as a religious man, perhaps he had his own prayers and whispers to give. Regardless, the sovereign could do nothing for the soldier and would leave him in mediation. "Be at peace" He wished upon the mammoth as he stepped from the peak, wings flared and fluttering against the wind.  To Solterra he would sail, his prayer and lamentations finished. Yay! this worship is dooone.