cold hard faith

i n g r i d

Ingrid, who was approaching the shrine in her usual fashion (barreling towards it on skis with an armful of candles) was positively stunned when she saw Neron. Is Lazy Launcy here to... pray? Well, fuck. Guess I have to stop calling him that, she thought. Loyalty to the Old Gods was pretty damn redeeming. Once she reached her destination, she turned to stop herself a bit past the shrine, and the edges of her skis sent snow flying.

"Hailstorm," she said with a nod as she unstrapped her boots. Then, she headed to the alter and started to replace the spent candles with her new ones. I wonder who he's praying to... In her experience, people who wanted to pray didn't exactly feel like striking up a conversation about the (ever-freezing-as-fuck) weather, so she decided not to bother Neron while she worked. Striking a match, she lit the new candles so they'd burn through the night. Ingrid grinned. The tiny flames were already starting to melt the icicles that adorned the shrine.

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