AISHA
and i knew
how could she not
how could she not
Aisha had of late been getting more and more involved with the world around her. While at first she'd denied, she'd then tried to learn; drink in any knowledge that she could get with a clean palette, open minded and curious. Now was the time to utilize all that she'd learned, to embrace Caido in it's differences and traditions, fall into the push and heel of life as an outlander.
Part of that meant visiting a shrine, to seek the divine as she was so often advised to do. Her hair left down in a silken gold mane, she'd set out at dawn with strong intent, a satchel at her side carrying offerings that she'd accumulated over the past days. For the old gods, the heralds of life, death, and creation. She'd been skeptical, for on her world the gods were merely myth. Stories sewn together to create religion, and purpose for those who needed it.
She left her skepticism at the manor, choosing to trust and simply pray. To see who answered if anyone at all, and be gracious for it. Aisha chose the earthen shrine that she'd passed once before while exploring the glade. It was farther from the settlement and it's people, somewhere she could feel alone, or perhaps not alone. The sun beat down today, offering a faint heat as respite from the imminent winter bite.
Knees pulled underneath her, she crouched before the stone structure at the center of the rings, carefully placing the contents of her satchel around the alter. For Safrin, a handful of quartz stones that she's collected while exploring, each shimmering of their own crystalline accord. For Ludo, a set of dice that she'd painted (using her charitable hosts supplies) in black, with little white eyes on the side. Lastly for Frey, a bottle of honey and a cloth wrapped strawberry pastry, freshly made this morning; and that Aisha had a hard time refraining from indulgence.
"I seek to meet with one of the old gods, Frey, Ludo, or Safrin. I have some questions, and prayers for a friend," she said with a relaxed smile upon her face. Now she was only to wait, and see what she might conjure.
Part of that meant visiting a shrine, to seek the divine as she was so often advised to do. Her hair left down in a silken gold mane, she'd set out at dawn with strong intent, a satchel at her side carrying offerings that she'd accumulated over the past days. For the old gods, the heralds of life, death, and creation. She'd been skeptical, for on her world the gods were merely myth. Stories sewn together to create religion, and purpose for those who needed it.
She left her skepticism at the manor, choosing to trust and simply pray. To see who answered if anyone at all, and be gracious for it. Aisha chose the earthen shrine that she'd passed once before while exploring the glade. It was farther from the settlement and it's people, somewhere she could feel alone, or perhaps not alone. The sun beat down today, offering a faint heat as respite from the imminent winter bite.
Knees pulled underneath her, she crouched before the stone structure at the center of the rings, carefully placing the contents of her satchel around the alter. For Safrin, a handful of quartz stones that she's collected while exploring, each shimmering of their own crystalline accord. For Ludo, a set of dice that she'd painted (using her charitable hosts supplies) in black, with little white eyes on the side. Lastly for Frey, a bottle of honey and a cloth wrapped strawberry pastry, freshly made this morning; and that Aisha had a hard time refraining from indulgence.
"I seek to meet with one of the old gods, Frey, Ludo, or Safrin. I have some questions, and prayers for a friend," she said with a relaxed smile upon her face. Now she was only to wait, and see what she might conjure.
she could have
anyone she wants
anyone she wants
