More tan now than before after endless days in Hak Etme aiding Colt, and a little clearer-minded for it too, Hotaru swallows her trepidation and visits Frey. It's as simple as waking up with the dawn, curating her offering, and leaving. No need for notes on counters anymore. It's a painful sort of freedom.
Andraste glides overhead, her youthful sentiments a tangle of uncertainty tinged with shame and confusion. Hotaru soothes her when she can - when she can think of anything but the road ahead and the face that will soon meet her - and that seems to be enough.
The bite of the wind is colder out on the Rainbow Road. Deepfrost is right around the corner now. The fruits available for her offering had been limited because of it, late-season things that tremble in the glass-blown bowl she places on the altar. Figs with dark flesh that contrast against the brighter shades of persimmons nestled against them. No cream this time, but spiced apple butter instead. A bountiful harvest fitting for the departure of Leafchange.
Andraste lands and sits on the shrine, watching her. Providing space with a wisdom that does not match her years. Hotaru's inhale shakes audibly as she prays, eyes stubbornly wide open. It will hurt her beyond belief, but she bitterly refuses to cover her eyes the way Sunjata had for so long, as if it may prove that she's handling this - that she isn't as fucked up as she feels. "Frey? I'd like to fix something of yours that I broke, if I can."
In technicality if not in spirit.
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Demigods will automatically receive an answer from their herald at a shrine with a 1% chance of speaking with a Big God. Demigods made by Big Gods may pray to them 1x per year with guaranteed success. Include this at the bottom of all shrine posts.
Andraste glides overhead, her youthful sentiments a tangle of uncertainty tinged with shame and confusion. Hotaru soothes her when she can - when she can think of anything but the road ahead and the face that will soon meet her - and that seems to be enough.
The bite of the wind is colder out on the Rainbow Road. Deepfrost is right around the corner now. The fruits available for her offering had been limited because of it, late-season things that tremble in the glass-blown bowl she places on the altar. Figs with dark flesh that contrast against the brighter shades of persimmons nestled against them. No cream this time, but spiced apple butter instead. A bountiful harvest fitting for the departure of Leafchange.
Andraste lands and sits on the shrine, watching her. Providing space with a wisdom that does not match her years. Hotaru's inhale shakes audibly as she prays, eyes stubbornly wide open. It will hurt her beyond belief, but she bitterly refuses to cover her eyes the way Sunjata had for so long, as if it may prove that she's handling this - that she isn't as fucked up as she feels. "Frey? I'd like to fix something of yours that I broke, if I can."
In technicality if not in spirit.
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Demigods will automatically receive an answer from their herald at a shrine with a 1% chance of speaking with a Big God. Demigods made by Big Gods may pray to them 1x per year with guaranteed success. Include this at the bottom of all shrine posts.
The Valkyrie
think I'm addicted to a certain kind of misery
