I'm glad you met one of the kind ones, he offered, ruefully considering the rude lantern-maker he'd come across in the woods last season. He listened to Aisha's tale of the spirit more intently, relieved to hear that the game hadn't ended in a curse or an attempt to kill her. I've heard of the shrines becoming more... unpredictable. More spirits answering instead of the gods, or more curses befalling the faithful even when the gods don't answer and the person does nothing to provoke it. If you hear any other encounters like yours, would you share them with me? Maybe they could find a pattern, or learn the likelihood of prayers going to the wrong ears.
Aisha moved swiftly over the snow, while the white stallion pushed his way more slowly through the drifts, but the line of trees grew steadily closer, and soon Aisha might scent an odd, musky note on the light breeze - wild boar, if she had hunted such before. Her question kept Jigano occupied enough not to notice it at first, though, and he chuckled at her question, lipping the jewel thoughtfully. Frey intimidates me, he admitted freely. I have a mate who I love dearly, and I have heard that Frey's preferred, ah, 'offerings' are... lacking a more delicate term: orgasms. I should pray to them, but I have heard of others ending up bound or cursed for not pursuing pleasure in the way Frey wants them to, and I like my personal life the way it is. He was a little embarrassed speaking freely of such things, but Aisha seemed far from prudish and he didn't think she'd take offense at his honesty.
Safrin... is... a much more complicated issue, he admitted with an equine sigh. I have prayed to her. Several times. She has rejected me at each one. She is as possessive a goddess as the Voice, in her own way, and she does not like to share. That I serve Ludo has been an insurmountable 'flaw' that she sees in me. So. It is to Ludo and the Greater Gods that I direct my prayers now. Though now that she'd brought it up, the idea of praying to Frey wiggled with possibility in the back of his thoughts. After LongNight, maybe...
Aisha moved swiftly over the snow, while the white stallion pushed his way more slowly through the drifts, but the line of trees grew steadily closer, and soon Aisha might scent an odd, musky note on the light breeze - wild boar, if she had hunted such before. Her question kept Jigano occupied enough not to notice it at first, though, and he chuckled at her question, lipping the jewel thoughtfully. Frey intimidates me, he admitted freely. I have a mate who I love dearly, and I have heard that Frey's preferred, ah, 'offerings' are... lacking a more delicate term: orgasms. I should pray to them, but I have heard of others ending up bound or cursed for not pursuing pleasure in the way Frey wants them to, and I like my personal life the way it is. He was a little embarrassed speaking freely of such things, but Aisha seemed far from prudish and he didn't think she'd take offense at his honesty.
Safrin... is... a much more complicated issue, he admitted with an equine sigh. I have prayed to her. Several times. She has rejected me at each one. She is as possessive a goddess as the Voice, in her own way, and she does not like to share. That I serve Ludo has been an insurmountable 'flaw' that she sees in me. So. It is to Ludo and the Greater Gods that I direct my prayers now. Though now that she'd brought it up, the idea of praying to Frey wiggled with possibility in the back of his thoughts. After LongNight, maybe...
