Not So Simply Divine (Open)

Unlike many who’d come from Northaven, Elyna actually believed in the gods. Or, rather she prayed to one specific deity: a warrior goddess who protected women who couldn’t protect themselves and watched over other female fighters with benevolence. However, even then she’d never really, truly believed in it. It gave her comfort to imagine a higher power than herself watching over her, but she’d never expected the Goddess to actually show up. Then, they’d come here where deities were, if not commonplace, something that actually existed, beings that could be seen, heard, spoken to (albiet carefully). While apparently they could be capricious—although really, anyone with power could punish those beneath them—Elyna suddenly felt a fire kindled within her, something she hadn’t felt in a long time: passion for something other than her own survival. If there was a chance, however small, that she could actual commune with the divine, with her Goddess, then she had to take her. So, heedless of the danger—she could face it, and had probably faced worse—she strode into the temple and made her way to what had been identified as the shrine. While she wouldn’t kneel, not even to a god, she would pray. ”Goddess, hear my plea.” Or at least she would do her version of a prayer. It had to be enough; if the Goddess wasn’t listening, or worse, didn’t exist, she wouldn’t waste her time here further. However, even if the Goddess wasn't listening, she knew for a fact that other deities did exist, or at least, something powerful did. So maybe if they deigned to answer they could point her in the right direction. elyna Improving upon perfection