idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Koa, too, is happy to be moving, to be turning from talk to action. He lets Zavien and Lena set out the array of offerings, trusting their abilities more than his own - even if he wasn't a mess of rushing thoughts and fraying nerves, his aesthetic skills have never been spectacular.
A chuckle rolls from him, warm and unbidden, as Zavien struggles to take the lead. "I usually start with kneeling," the Dragoon offers, glancing over to Lena for confirmation. "And then, y'know. Ask that they take the time to grace us with their favor. Vi... well, Vi is pretty unlikely, I think, but we might as well ask." It seems important enough, after all, and even if Life himself doesn't bless them, Koa won't be disappointed by a visit from the stars.
Kneeling in the grass before the shrine, Koa waits for Lena to lead their prayer. She is, after all, the mostgrown-up authoritative among them, and the keeper of this shrine. It feels only correct that she should be the one to invoke the names of the gods.
A chuckle rolls from him, warm and unbidden, as Zavien struggles to take the lead. "I usually start with kneeling," the Dragoon offers, glancing over to Lena for confirmation. "And then, y'know. Ask that they take the time to grace us with their favor. Vi... well, Vi is pretty unlikely, I think, but we might as well ask." It seems important enough, after all, and even if Life himself doesn't bless them, Koa won't be disappointed by a visit from the stars.
Kneeling in the grass before the shrine, Koa waits for Lena to lead their prayer. She is, after all, the most
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