there's light at the edge of the darkness
They’d been putting in all this preparation for Fiat Lux, and yet Loren couldn’t help but feel there was something missing. So, now that the Greatwood was open to the Hollowed Grounders once more, he’d made his way out to the shrine in the Wildwood, a faint smile on his face all the while. In one hand, he had a jar of honey, in the other, an apple that was remarkably well-preserved.
Taking a moment to look around at the statues, he eventually shook his. Placing his offerings in front of him, he knelt, uncaring of the muddy ground. Instead of bowing his head, though, he stared straight ahead. His smile broadened into a full grin. "I came here to thank you, Frey, for the blessings you have given me. And for the blessings you have given us all, especially in this season of rebirth." His voice was happier than it had it quite a while.
Taking a moment to look around at the statues, he eventually shook his. Placing his offerings in front of him, he knelt, uncaring of the muddy ground. Instead of bowing his head, though, he stared straight ahead. His smile broadened into a full grin. "I came here to thank you, Frey, for the blessings you have given me. And for the blessings you have given us all, especially in this season of rebirth." His voice was happier than it had it quite a while.
loren
