ISLA
On the contrary - Isla has never prayed at an old god shrine; her first visit had been to The Voice, and the rest is Ascended history. It's true, though, that she does know how things like this are usually supposed to go, and so it's with her own offerings in hand - some cultivated snowmoss and a few poultices made from the local flora - that she approaches the shrine with Ever. "I'll do my best," she assures him, smooching a kiss against his curls before settling beside him.
Placing her offerings around the little altar, she clasps her hands and bows her head, trying to keep her mind clear in the way she would when calling on The Voice; granted, it's both easier and more difficult than it ever has been before. "It's about the void," she adds, as if that might add some layer of authenticity to their plea.
Placing her offerings around the little altar, she clasps her hands and bows her head, trying to keep her mind clear in the way she would when calling on The Voice; granted, it's both easier and more difficult than it ever has been before. "It's about the void," she adds, as if that might add some layer of authenticity to their plea.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
