[Worship] she did them dirty and a lot died

[Theodosia]

let our eyes show the
fire in our hearts tonight

She had not expected an answer to her prayers.

She had expected silence, and it was silence she had been granted, until she had realized that it was not the same silence of prayers unanswered, of hope dying slowly. It was the quiet air of expectation, of the peace before a storm, and the weight of it almost pulls the breath from her lungs.

Before her, the statue begins to glow in all the colors of the sunset, of the dusk, and it begins to move and mend itself, obscured beneath a cloud of dust. She can only watch, and wait, and wonder what will come of this, if this might be the moment that she has stepped too far across the line into drawing Vespera’s ire.

Instead, she finds a vial waiting for her.

She does not know what Vespera’s answer might mean, whether the liquid inside might be poison or might be a blessing just yet, and she finds herself regarding the vial for a few long moments.

There are yet still differences between Vespera and her father -- he would not have deigned to even acknowledge such complaints, for one -- and the thought makes the barest hint of a smile pull across her lips.

Perhaps she had been wrong, as well, even if she still doesn’t quite understand what Vespera had been trying to prove, when all she had been able to see had been the destruction.

“By Your hand,” She murmurs with a dip of her head, bringing the vial to her lips and drinking the liquid inside.

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@Random Events