Unanswered prayers were normally nothing new, but after the ravages of LongNight Jigano couldn't help but worry after Ludo. Not that the masked god needed his worry, of course, but he might have once thought that about Safrin, too, before she had suffered the blight no less than any mortal. Indeed, she might have suffered far more, and he doubted it had sweetened her temper towards the Voice any.
Which didn't particularly bother Jigano any. He was racking up his own list of accounts against the iron goddess, and only Sam and Rexanna's friendship kept him from chipping away at her support with more than words.
But she wasn't why he had come to Safrin's Shrine today, candle in hand along with one of the sweet loaves Amalia had taught him how to bake for Fiat Lux last year. He had made this one alone and it showed, lacking the grace the Shield put into her culinary creations, but the taste almost made up for it, honey and lavender, and a star decorated the top of it.
He lit the candle at the shrine, setting the loaf in its towel to keep it warm and clean upon the altar as he bowed his head. Isuma buried her little face among the twilight-colored flowers as he prayed, delighted with this new place and especially the windchime that sang in the quiet twilight.
"Safrin, I know I'm not one of your favored, but I'm worried and I don't know where else to turn... please, hear my prayer."
-700MP for a Hybrid Pass Quest
Which didn't particularly bother Jigano any. He was racking up his own list of accounts against the iron goddess, and only Sam and Rexanna's friendship kept him from chipping away at her support with more than words.
But she wasn't why he had come to Safrin's Shrine today, candle in hand along with one of the sweet loaves Amalia had taught him how to bake for Fiat Lux last year. He had made this one alone and it showed, lacking the grace the Shield put into her culinary creations, but the taste almost made up for it, honey and lavender, and a star decorated the top of it.
He lit the candle at the shrine, setting the loaf in its towel to keep it warm and clean upon the altar as he bowed his head. Isuma buried her little face among the twilight-colored flowers as he prayed, delighted with this new place and especially the windchime that sang in the quiet twilight.
"Safrin, I know I'm not one of your favored, but I'm worried and I don't know where else to turn... please, hear my prayer."
-700MP for a Hybrid Pass Quest
