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And if one day she comes to you
Drink deeply from her words so wise
Drink deeply from her words so wise
She was not aware of the eyes of another upon her as she dutifully tended to the shrines, and if she had been aware... more than likely she would have simply ignored that presence, but as it was when the sound of a soft greeting came it nonetheless startled the mare, her head jerking up from it's reverent bow to whirl on the arrival. For a breath of a second she was poised, baited breath in surprise, before a soft exhale steamed in the cold air and her posture relaxed. However, his blunt tone set her ears back although her skulled face did not flicker from it's silent assessment of him. "Do you truly hope for something such as that? How nice it must be to be so carefree as to hope for trivial things." Her own words are brisk, tinted with the frosty cold of the winter air.
She knew not what had made him address her as a stranger in such a hard tone, but she held little patience for it in this most sacred of places. While it may very well be that no one was watching, it was the principle of it that had barbed her own tongue moreso than normal. "I was not praying, simply offering the gods my devotion and time as is their due." She turned to the altars, thoughtful for a long moment, before she addressed him without looking back at him. "What of you? Have you come to ask of them? Or to simply search for proof of their existence?" She reigned in the venom in her words, keeping them simply curious, though after a moment her skull turned to gaze at him questioningly, ears still flattened to her wavy mane.
Was he another 'supplicant' come to beg or demand of the gods in the type of arrogance only mortals could muster? Or was he a non-believer, and if so, why had he come to the shrines?
She knew not what had made him address her as a stranger in such a hard tone, but she held little patience for it in this most sacred of places. While it may very well be that no one was watching, it was the principle of it that had barbed her own tongue moreso than normal. "I was not praying, simply offering the gods my devotion and time as is their due." She turned to the altars, thoughtful for a long moment, before she addressed him without looking back at him. "What of you? Have you come to ask of them? Or to simply search for proof of their existence?" She reigned in the venom in her words, keeping them simply curious, though after a moment her skull turned to gaze at him questioningly, ears still flattened to her wavy mane.
Was he another 'supplicant' come to beg or demand of the gods in the type of arrogance only mortals could muster? Or was he a non-believer, and if so, why had he come to the shrines?
@Mikhael - sorry its short ^^;
