His eyes follow as she gestures toward the gods’ altars, listing their names, and wonders which would be most receptive to his wish. She says she knows of only their names and lands, but he doesn’t have much anyone else to ask; he hopes she might have some scrap of knowledge for him.
Ideally, he would like to direct his prayer toward the most loving and caring deity, one likely to listen and sympathize.
Sure, maybe that’s how he often feels these days: much more like the sad, awkward foal he had once been than the beautiful stallion he had thought he could grow into, but he doesn’t want her to know that. He wants to be independent and self-sufficient and to come across as so. The past few months have given him ample time to work on that, but it can be hard not to rely on others sometimes.
thank you for being so patient ;u; <3
(also this isn't my best, but i did want to get something up for you)
