they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
"Oh, gods, nooo," Charlie laughs, her voice bubbling like champagne, instantly and utterly dismissive in the most reassuring way. "The Cathedral is beautiful, sure. But Dygra? She's not the pews-and-pomp sort of goddess. She’s chaos in silk gloves. She’d turn that whole shrine into a snake pit or a dancefloor if she felt like it." With a flick of her wrist, a tiny flame sparks from her fingers and pirouettes through the air before dissolving into the warm jewel-toned haze.
The priestess flashes Aithne a bright smile, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle and her ruby horns catch firelight like stained glass. "There’s no wrong place to feel her. No right one either, really. It’s just... wherever your heart skips a beat. That’s where she is." And with that, she gently squeezes Aithne’s arm, her tail flicking lazily behind them as they pass a wall that ripples with reflected flame and gemstone shimmer.
"Actually," she adds with a conspiratorial grin, "Asta, Danta, and I—they're both utterly divine in their own ways—we built a shrine in the Temple recently. Spent hours carving and arranging and lighting it just right. And it is stunning." Charlie's voice dips in mock reverence before she snorts softly. "But if it was up to me, I'd way rather call out to Dygra out in the open, maybe right after a kill or a good orgasm, y'know?" She twirls her fingers in the sticky air, gesturing to the Reach and back toward the Cathedral.
"Places are just places. It's the feeling that matters most to Dygra."
The priestess flashes Aithne a bright smile, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle and her ruby horns catch firelight like stained glass. "There’s no wrong place to feel her. No right one either, really. It’s just... wherever your heart skips a beat. That’s where she is." And with that, she gently squeezes Aithne’s arm, her tail flicking lazily behind them as they pass a wall that ripples with reflected flame and gemstone shimmer.
"Actually," she adds with a conspiratorial grin, "Asta, Danta, and I—they're both utterly divine in their own ways—we built a shrine in the Temple recently. Spent hours carving and arranging and lighting it just right. And it is stunning." Charlie's voice dips in mock reverence before she snorts softly. "But if it was up to me, I'd way rather call out to Dygra out in the open, maybe right after a kill or a good orgasm, y'know?" She twirls her fingers in the sticky air, gesturing to the Reach and back toward the Cathedral.
"Places are just places. It's the feeling that matters most to Dygra."
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
