Second chances

MaeA It was really not her intention to be obnoxious. Maea had never made a habit of bothering the gods with everything that happened in her life, nor would she persist in begging for attention when it was unwanted. It was merely habit that made her glance into the shrine as she passed outside, and coincidence that she found several of the candles to be knocked over, wax splattered across the surface of the stone. Frowning at the mess, the slender young woman made a beeline towards it, and was soon busying herself with cleaning up. Humming softly at herself as she worked, Maea contemplated the difference between this space and the nature shrine by the Oasis. Were the gods more likely to answer a prayer in one space or another, or was it more a preference of the devout that saw one in more use than the other? Generally she preferred the one outdoors; it was far more private, without prying eyes to see or hear what went on in case one was granted an audience. Though, as she thought back to the last time she prayed, Maea couldn't say it had really helped her any. The silence had been just as pointed as always, confirming nothing but the truth of her usual reality. Abandoned. Sighing softly, she righted the last of the candles, lit it and bowed her head in respect for a moment. Answer or no, it would not change anything; she had always prayed and would keep doing so, humbly and without demands. Only a quiet hope. (Rewriting because odd told me to) you're so cold, but you feel alive.