life is waiting for you, it's all messed up but we're alive
It was only recently that Ellyra had considered what she was going to ask for today. Her parents had both attuned early, solidifying their bind to the old gods. They had always given it as an option to her, but never pressed her too hard. But, in the wake of the changing world, Ellyra knew what she needed to do.
Ellyra came to the shrine early in the morning, her offering bundled tightly and held close to her chest. Lowering herself down to her knees before the shrine, Ellyra took a deep breath. "I've come to ask you to bind my soul to you -- hear me, please." Ellyra did not specify to whom she was praying, but her heart yearned to be heard by the god of her parents, Vi.
But the woman had never been answered at a shrine before.
If anyone came, it would be joy.
