Jigano couldn't quite stifle his gasp as a frisky wind blew past him, ruffling his fur and bringing him to his feet. He looked around, feet dancing in excitement, but heard no one's voice, saw no body of light or leaves or darkness like he had hoped. Instead a glitter of silver caught the corner of his eye and he turned back to the altar to see his offering dancing in the air, spinning and playing in the memory of summer - or, perhaps, the promise of it yet to come.
The white fox froze, watching the silver, wondering if it was messenger or omen, a communication in riddle, if not rhyme. He held his breath, not daring to breath, lest even that interrupt the moment--
But, as with so many things related to the gods, it was out of his hands. The paper construct exploded like a miniature firework, consumed in a burst of glittering light that vanished before it could fall back to the shrine. His offering accepted... but found wanting?
Slowly Jigano sat back, staring thoughtfully at the altar, then around at the pulsing glow of the stones around him. A living place of power... he certainly felt invigorated just from visiting it, even if his plea had been turned down. Part of him chafed at being denied audience, but... these were not his gods, after all. Not yet. And at least he hadn't been completely ignored, or forced away. Patience was key, perhaps. And persistence. It would be awhile until Longnight, and there were other preparations he could make in the meantime.
Thank you, he offered gravely, bowing his head again. Respect never hurt when dealing with deities after all. And the place was comforting. Calming. Without the wind to disturb him he was quite warm in his fur, and there was no rush to get back to the sleeping town.
He rose and padded over to a glowing stone, digging a shallow hollow in the snow in front of it. Tucking himself into a fluffy white ball he settled himself down, hiding his nose beneath his tail to keep it warm - and to camouflage himself completely as he closed his eyes and turned his focus inwards, letting the atmosphere of the place guide his meditation - and, eventually, his dreams.
The white fox froze, watching the silver, wondering if it was messenger or omen, a communication in riddle, if not rhyme. He held his breath, not daring to breath, lest even that interrupt the moment--
But, as with so many things related to the gods, it was out of his hands. The paper construct exploded like a miniature firework, consumed in a burst of glittering light that vanished before it could fall back to the shrine. His offering accepted... but found wanting?
Slowly Jigano sat back, staring thoughtfully at the altar, then around at the pulsing glow of the stones around him. A living place of power... he certainly felt invigorated just from visiting it, even if his plea had been turned down. Part of him chafed at being denied audience, but... these were not his gods, after all. Not yet. And at least he hadn't been completely ignored, or forced away. Patience was key, perhaps. And persistence. It would be awhile until Longnight, and there were other preparations he could make in the meantime.
Thank you, he offered gravely, bowing his head again. Respect never hurt when dealing with deities after all. And the place was comforting. Calming. Without the wind to disturb him he was quite warm in his fur, and there was no rush to get back to the sleeping town.
He rose and padded over to a glowing stone, digging a shallow hollow in the snow in front of it. Tucking himself into a fluffy white ball he settled himself down, hiding his nose beneath his tail to keep it warm - and to camouflage himself completely as he closed his eyes and turned his focus inwards, letting the atmosphere of the place guide his meditation - and, eventually, his dreams.
