if it doesn't burn a little
She has never visited this shrine before, though she is already in Ludo’s Woods to find Delphia, and she cannot help but stop to see the gods. See. Ha. Neither Mort or Ludo would come for her, but she remembers what Maea had told her. Not to give up. That if Ludo was taking the gifts, he was listening, even if it was not coming.
Her offering is makeshift and quick, as she did not have her usual supply of things here in the Greatwood. She whittled a small figurine of the Palace out of a piece of wood, remembering the Palace replica Maea had made out of ice. The little figurine is crude, but it does the trick.
Weaver sits between the trees, tucking her legs beneath her and places the little wooden Palace in front of her. ”Ludo? Mort?” She still does know what Mort likes, and so only brings what she knows Ludo might enjoy. ”I was hoping to ask after Maea. Please?”
Maea had told her to give up or not was Weaver’s choice. And it was her choice. So she sits and stays, trying not to lose hope that maybe someday, the gods would answer her.
Her offering is makeshift and quick, as she did not have her usual supply of things here in the Greatwood. She whittled a small figurine of the Palace out of a piece of wood, remembering the Palace replica Maea had made out of ice. The little figurine is crude, but it does the trick.
Weaver sits between the trees, tucking her legs beneath her and places the little wooden Palace in front of her. ”Ludo? Mort?” She still does know what Mort likes, and so only brings what she knows Ludo might enjoy. ”I was hoping to ask after Maea. Please?”
Maea had told her to give up or not was Weaver’s choice. And it was her choice. So she sits and stays, trying not to lose hope that maybe someday, the gods would answer her.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
