Pilgrimage

The laughter was delightful, airy and distinctly divine. Bastien smiled warmly up at the tree - had church been like this back in Venice, he would have been a devoted worshipper. "Then I am pleased to meet someone new." He said, touching the bark of the tree. He was sure that this Goddess wasn't in the trunk, but it was the best to a handshake he could get right now (and for all he knew she could just be a tree. The Gods here were full of surprises). Bastien was asked what he wished for; it appeared this Goddess was much more giving than Safrin (not to disparage his chosen Goddess, of course, but she was often testy). He thought for a moment, then looked up into the light. "I would love simply some answers, la voce. About the Gods. How much power they have, what they have power over. In particular, I wish to know of Safrin. She is...unwilling to tell me much about her position here. Do you know what her speciality is? And of course, I want to know of you. It would be rude to come here just to ask of another. " bastien Baby, lay me down and let's pray