Praying had always been Maea's go-to comfort during difficult trials. Not so much because it helped - it never did - but for the sense of purpose in a situation where nothing more could be done. Like the LongNight; once the food and fuel had been gathered and all the other precautions taken, what was left to do but to wait? At least while praying she could fool herself into thinking that she still did something, tried to improve the odds just that bit more.
By the time she made it to the shrine this time however, the girl found it occupied. She paused just beyond the alchove and hesitated, tried her best not to listen to the mumbled words of the man as he communed, feeling keenly the intimacy in a moment meant for him alone. Well. Him and the no-show Lords and Ladies, who conveniently seemed to have more pressing matters to tend to elsewhere. The silence was as empty and noncommittal as it always were for her, and the thought that it might be her fault crossed her mind. If she had not come here...
"I'm sorry" she said with quiet voice, a touch of guilt spilling past the otherwise expressionless tone. "I might have scared them off..."
By the time she made it to the shrine this time however, the girl found it occupied. She paused just beyond the alchove and hesitated, tried her best not to listen to the mumbled words of the man as he communed, feeling keenly the intimacy in a moment meant for him alone. Well. Him and the no-show Lords and Ladies, who conveniently seemed to have more pressing matters to tend to elsewhere. The silence was as empty and noncommittal as it always were for her, and the thought that it might be her fault crossed her mind. If she had not come here...
"I'm sorry" she said with quiet voice, a touch of guilt spilling past the otherwise expressionless tone. "I might have scared them off..."
