[Worship] There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark

[Huntington]

the journey was not a long one considering how many realms she had tread before. each journey for a vagabond like herself would include months, even years. travel from one land in a realm to another was always shorter. she lacked a map - something she would have to procure eventually - of Novus. mentally she kept an image going, cartographing every step she had taken with the other woman. it could be all an elaborate trap, she supposed, though the skull clad woman was not a suspicious sort. how odd. if she was to befall an ambush, it was what it was. readily to perhaps not accept such a thing happening to her, but more along the lines of accepting it as a potential.

she did not know Mephisto after all. she could assume all she desired, yet Huntington would be patient and form her own opinion in her own time. as the two women made the ascent to the peak, pale gaze would flicker away from the other's back to view the pillars. interesting. one for each deity, she supposed. it made 'visiting' them all the more easy; most gods had their shrines in locations meant only to them. they did not like to share. especially worshippers. she would stand back. patiently awaiting any sort of thing to happen. or not. she could appreciate the stillness, the response of prayer going unanswered. Mephisto would stop in front of one pillar; the contents and tokens are barer than the rest. 

the head would shift to look back at the Pegasus, wordlessly expressing a query. why? oh yes, this must be Vespera. the unpopular one.

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@Mephisto