Loathe the way they light candles in Rome,
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
Koa has never before contemplated praying to Vi. His one encounter with the great god had been both inspiring and terrifying; he'd thought he would be quite content spending the rest of his life out of Life's attention, serving and protecting rather than tempting fate. But if there was ever a time to test his luck he supposes it is now, with the world fading and his sister infected and his entire life unmoored. What does he have to lose, after all?
All he has left is his pride, and even that is somewhat tarnished, having seen better days.
Unsure what one brings to entice a Greater God, Koa opts for seedling in a hand-crafted pot. Silver-barked with near-black leaves, the shopkeeper he'd bartered it from had told him it it was a cutting from a special tree, one that had nearly faced extinction during the First Blight. 'A testament to life,' the wiry fae had staunchly assured him, and who was Koa to contradict? He's never known shit about plants to begin with, and without Mateo he is wholly adrift.
He sets the small plant on the shrine reverently, then takes a step back. He'd contemplated coming in the daytime, but dusk feels better, somehow; Koa is comforted by the thought that maybe Safrin is watching, too. Maybe the herald will vouch for him, encourage her parent to treat him with pity? Or maybe she will be the one to appear?
He'd much prefer that, really, were his sister's wellness not on the line.
Clearing his throat, Koa drops to a kneel and begins his invocation. "Lord Vi, Father of Life and Lover of Death, I ask you for your aid. My sister is infected, and I... I don't know how to save her. Not without your Grace. I know I am but a lowly soldier, but if you could find the time to help me, I would accept any task."
He pauses a minute, fidgeting with the seam of his pant leg, unsure what else to say. All that is left to wait, he supposes. To sit and wait and pray.
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Koa for Vi/Saffy! And if he fails to roll for either I'd like to use my level 3 item quest reward, please!
All he has left is his pride, and even that is somewhat tarnished, having seen better days.
Unsure what one brings to entice a Greater God, Koa opts for seedling in a hand-crafted pot. Silver-barked with near-black leaves, the shopkeeper he'd bartered it from had told him it it was a cutting from a special tree, one that had nearly faced extinction during the First Blight. 'A testament to life,' the wiry fae had staunchly assured him, and who was Koa to contradict? He's never known shit about plants to begin with, and without Mateo he is wholly adrift.
He sets the small plant on the shrine reverently, then takes a step back. He'd contemplated coming in the daytime, but dusk feels better, somehow; Koa is comforted by the thought that maybe Safrin is watching, too. Maybe the herald will vouch for him, encourage her parent to treat him with pity? Or maybe she will be the one to appear?
He'd much prefer that, really, were his sister's wellness not on the line.
Clearing his throat, Koa drops to a kneel and begins his invocation. "Lord Vi, Father of Life and Lover of Death, I ask you for your aid. My sister is infected, and I... I don't know how to save her. Not without your Grace. I know I am but a lowly soldier, but if you could find the time to help me, I would accept any task."
He pauses a minute, fidgeting with the seam of his pant leg, unsure what else to say. All that is left to wait, he supposes. To sit and wait and pray.
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Koa for Vi/Saffy! And if he fails to roll for either I'd like to use my level 3 item quest reward, please!
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone;
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
