When the god's voice rings through the halls of the court, boyish and arrogant, Eik does not want to approach. The last he heard that voice was on Veneror Peak, at the meeting of the Regimes.
It is not a fond memory.
But he approaches anyway, because this has gone on for too long. He arrives to hear a voice rise above the slowly gathering crowd- "Now fuck off, would you? You're in my way."
A memory comes to him. Knee deep in the rising tide, the moon glowing silver in the cold water, the chime of beads and smell of age. Turhan. Eik had told him: "I don't know how to pray."
He still does not.
But the prayer comes to him before he realizes it is there, and it slips from his heart before he can wrestle it down, untangle it, refine it.
"I pray Solis has a sense of humor."
Eik hovers at the edge of the small gathering, a moth just outside the reach of the flame. He is cautious, as one ought to be with gods, and he does not speak a word.
I have let myself go where the dust
E I K
Has the color of nothing
The bold and italicized font is a silent prayer, not spoken out loud. Sorry he's doing his own thing, next round he will probably be more interactive with mattie and toro <3
Time makes fools of us all
