By Any Other Name

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. Bastien had not had a lot of luck with talking to The Voice since his Ascension, but he knew that being a God here was likely a rather busy job. Unlike the God of his world, that had been assumed to be everywhere at once, the Gods here actually seemed to get caught up in happenings and events. It supported his belief that they were more like a more powerful race than truly divine beings, raised his hopes he may one day join them. Regardless, he very much wanted to speak to The Voice. For counsel, and for a request. She didn't seem the kind to want offerings, so he simply walked to the shrine and knelt, dipped his head. "Mia madre d'oro, I would appreciate a chance to share in your wisdom. Since I have joined your ranks I have felt the benefits of your blessings tenfold, and I hope to continue our relationship."