The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
She waited for a long time, the soft lap of the water the only response to her words. As she sat quietly, nerves started to raise, wondering if something other than Dygra might respond. But nothing happened. She remained in the darkness. Alone.
Finally rising from her knelt position, Thal dipped her head. "I understand. Now is a bad time. I'll come back at a later date." And with that, she sheathed her daggers and stepped away from the shrine. Her heart ached to remain alone with her dark thoughts, but she couldn't place that burden on the goddess. She needed to deal with this on her own.
[FIN]
Finally rising from her knelt position, Thal dipped her head. "I understand. Now is a bad time. I'll come back at a later date." And with that, she sheathed her daggers and stepped away from the shrine. Her heart ached to remain alone with her dark thoughts, but she couldn't place that burden on the goddess. She needed to deal with this on her own.
[FIN]
The song that promised all might be well,
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
Thalassa
