He knew, though, after so many conversations and thoughts and discoveries that he would need to seek the guidance of the gods more fully. He needed to understand better the workings of things he had discussed with others, look for ways to help and answers to his questions. He knelt before the shrine, covered tightly in thick furs and wool to keep warm, but as he moved his bag to relinquish his offering he took off his leather, ningo-lined mittens. Eira rubbed against his side, lowering down to curl up beside him. From his bag he took what he had brought: three fresh apples, a bundle of dried herbs, and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. He had gathered them all from his time in King's End. [say]"Frey, hear me."[/say] He whispered, calling on the herald that Phoebe trusted so much.
