Some questions had answers within the Atheneum's hallowed halls, but others were like orphans, their answers lost to fire, or mildew, or the ravages of time... if they had ever existed at all.
Some gods were more likely to care about history and the potential answers it held than others, though. The Voice might have been one... but Jigano was wary of drawing her attention any more than he already had. His prayers to Ludo were usually of a more present or future nature, dealing with spirits and souls both living and dead, and he still had a healthy respect for Frey, though his fear had lessened with Rory's touch. Nor was he sure that Frey would care about the question he had in mind.
No, the white raven fluttered down like a ghost to the Shrine in the Glade he still thought of as a sanctuary, after a quick flight around to make sure there were no others nearby. He was a nervous bird as he alighted on a glowstone, just beginning to glimmer in the gloaming, and he took the time to breathe deeply, settling himself with meditation exercises before he hopped down to drop the single, perfect white stargazer lily he had brought on the altar.
Bouncing back, he flipped his wings to settle them, preening his feathers one last time to make himself look presentable before he bowed his head, chirring softly as he began his prayer.
Safrin, Lady of Stars, I would ask your help. I fear that I alone will not be enough to protect my friends in the days to come... and I would seek your guidance, if you are listening.
Some gods were more likely to care about history and the potential answers it held than others, though. The Voice might have been one... but Jigano was wary of drawing her attention any more than he already had. His prayers to Ludo were usually of a more present or future nature, dealing with spirits and souls both living and dead, and he still had a healthy respect for Frey, though his fear had lessened with Rory's touch. Nor was he sure that Frey would care about the question he had in mind.
No, the white raven fluttered down like a ghost to the Shrine in the Glade he still thought of as a sanctuary, after a quick flight around to make sure there were no others nearby. He was a nervous bird as he alighted on a glowstone, just beginning to glimmer in the gloaming, and he took the time to breathe deeply, settling himself with meditation exercises before he hopped down to drop the single, perfect white stargazer lily he had brought on the altar.
Bouncing back, he flipped his wings to settle them, preening his feathers one last time to make himself look presentable before he bowed his head, chirring softly as he began his prayer.
Safrin, Lady of Stars, I would ask your help. I fear that I alone will not be enough to protect my friends in the days to come... and I would seek your guidance, if you are listening.
