The Few You Seem to Favour

JIAO

The observatory at night was the only place that infused Jiao with a sense of the Gods being in the air around her. That they were beings woven into her life, not observers impartially watching from somewhere vaguely above. The feeling scared as well as excited her, her footsteps as she slowly made her way to the shrine light and cautious, as if a wrong step would result in damnation.

Sitting down and gathering her skirts beneath her she turned her face up to the shrine and was quiet for a while, wondering if they could read her prayers from her mind. Or if the Gods, old and powerful as they were, actually cared at all for what a seamstress had to say.

But she had a conflict, and there was no one else she trusted to give at least somewhat wise advice.

"I don't know if anyone is there or listening, but I want to speak with someone. For advice, for all of the Fae, not just me." Mostly her, but it sounded more important if she put it like that. "I suppose I would like to hear from Vi or Safrin, the most." The Blight had recently begun to lift, she'd heard, so hopefully she wouldn't be calling Safrin in the midst of her illness.

Leave all of my regrets to sink like shipwrecks
Through oceans dark