The boys were long asleep, tucked securely away at their aunt’s house with a dragon snuggled between them. Roana arrived at the shrine, dressed in her armor, Krosis on her hip. It was, to her mind, the most respectful garb she could wear; a soldier to her core. It felt strange though, walking up to the shrine. Not the act itself being unfamiliar, having prayed to the gods before, but to whom she was praying. She was the captain who could not be killed, so soldiers liked to say. The number of times she had escaped death’s clutches, even when it seemed impossible, was far too numerous to count. The number of times she had been caught and yet survived equal in number. Yet here she was, walking up to meet the guide of dead souls.
In her hand was a toy wooden sword, one her son Cormac loved dearly. It was a replica of one his father had made him once upon a time, one she had recreated for him. ”You can give it to Ludo. Auntie Phoebe said the gods like gifts.” he had told her. That a boy of his age would so willingly part with a beloved toy, just to earn a god’s favor spoke to his character, and Roana was proud of him for it. Carefully, she laid the toy on the alter, stepping back and kneeling on one leg; her position one of respect and fealty, her head bowed.
”I wish to speak with Ludo, the herald of Mort, if they would spare me time. I’ve questions about the world of the dead.” she said, hoping the god would hear her and appear. Was Brahm there, amongst the dead? Or was he still out there amongst the living, looking for her?
In her hand was a toy wooden sword, one her son Cormac loved dearly. It was a replica of one his father had made him once upon a time, one she had recreated for him. ”You can give it to Ludo. Auntie Phoebe said the gods like gifts.” he had told her. That a boy of his age would so willingly part with a beloved toy, just to earn a god’s favor spoke to his character, and Roana was proud of him for it. Carefully, she laid the toy on the alter, stepping back and kneeling on one leg; her position one of respect and fealty, her head bowed.
”I wish to speak with Ludo, the herald of Mort, if they would spare me time. I’ve questions about the world of the dead.” she said, hoping the god would hear her and appear. Was Brahm there, amongst the dead? Or was he still out there amongst the living, looking for her?
Roana
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
