Every word could make or break you, make 'em celebrate or hate you
"I didn't know that." There is a part of Hester that doesn't quite believe the man, his harsh judgements, but at the same time, was this not already something she'd heard in whispers, things her parents had murmured about when the portals first opened. When her mother warned her away from them. There had to be a place she could learn more about this, and for the first time in her short life, she actually considered praying at a shrine, seeking an audience.
Again, a tinge of embarrassment flushes Hester's cheeks, has her eyes dropping away from this stranger and to the ground, a weak shrug rolling over her shoulders. "I... I don't know. I suppose... I can't be serving them well." It stings, to be told she has been lacking, and yet, fills her with the fire of change. "I will... I'll have to do... something." Hester bites her lip, considering, then offers the man a short bow. "Thank you for your advice." She says quickly, before rushing off, making a beeline for home, to prepare an offering.
Fin
Again, a tinge of embarrassment flushes Hester's cheeks, has her eyes dropping away from this stranger and to the ground, a weak shrug rolling over her shoulders. "I... I don't know. I suppose... I can't be serving them well." It stings, to be told she has been lacking, and yet, fills her with the fire of change. "I will... I'll have to do... something." Hester bites her lip, considering, then offers the man a short bow. "Thank you for your advice." She says quickly, before rushing off, making a beeline for home, to prepare an offering.
Fin
Hester
