He drew another shaking breath at the permission to rise, taking it as a hopeful sign - and very glad indeed that Safrin was not Frey, with the stories he'd heard of that god's preferences. A moment's hesitation as he lifted his head, caught between sitting and standing, but sitting seemed disrespectful so he rose slowly to his feet.
The question was one he was ready for - and not, his throat threatening to close on the fear that had lingered since Flowerbirth when the goddess's name came up. He had been given a taste of divine wrath, and it been a heavy weight to bear. Swallowing hard he gave a cautious nod at her words. "I came to learn what I might do to atone," he managed at last. "If there is a way to earn your goodwill or at least... a willingness to tolerate my presence at your Shrines and in the company of your followers." Amalia and Ronin were in his thoughts, friends tied to Safrin more than any other god, but there was the fear he had lived with, too, a weight doubled by the anger of not one but two goddesses.
Of the two, there was no question of which he would choose. And he was before her now.
The question was one he was ready for - and not, his throat threatening to close on the fear that had lingered since Flowerbirth when the goddess's name came up. He had been given a taste of divine wrath, and it been a heavy weight to bear. Swallowing hard he gave a cautious nod at her words. "I came to learn what I might do to atone," he managed at last. "If there is a way to earn your goodwill or at least... a willingness to tolerate my presence at your Shrines and in the company of your followers." Amalia and Ronin were in his thoughts, friends tied to Safrin more than any other god, but there was the fear he had lived with, too, a weight doubled by the anger of not one but two goddesses.
Of the two, there was no question of which he would choose. And he was before her now.
