pilgrim's promise

Safrin "Not with any sort of language you possess, no. It speaks in the language of the earth, having been here for centuries. Your soul is simply too young to have learned that vocabulary yet. Music, it might understand though." Safrin said with a beautiful smile. "Most understand music." Raising her brows with quiet amusement, the goddess nods at Amalia's surprise. "Indeed. It isn't quite a place set in reality, but the way mortals once accessed it was through the mountains." She said with a warm smile. Glancing towards Deimos—the Sword's ever-quiet and stoic soaking-up-of-information a humbling thing to witness—she merely shrugged. "Anyone. Everyone. To pray at one of these shrines...you are as likely to encounter them, as you are me. More likely, even." Kiada's question is partially answered by this, but the goddess considers for a moment. "They do roam. If you find yourself in trouble one might just appear to help you out. For a steep price of course."