northern downpour sends its love

RexannA but darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. She knew he didn’t want to come to the shrine. But she had questions that needed to be answered. What kind of threat was out there that the Naturals feared so much? She hadn’t been around enough to hear of those that had learned the answer. And she needed some kind of guidance, council on how to deal with the tension that was nearly palpable in the air. So she had taken Deimos by the hand, made a pit stop at her house to gather a couple of the flowers she had planted for the gods. Pinkish purple for Frey, a deep violet and blue hue for Safrin, and a unique grayish black with little red stripes through their petals for Ludo. She had returned from the house, thankful to see Deimos hadn’t left, with three of the violet blooms in her hands. She was proud they had managed to grow with that white ravens help. With the flowers in hand, she sucked in a breath and looked to Deimos briefly before they made the trek to the shrine in the Temple. When they arrived, the room was dark, though light filtered through the stained glass. It felt strange to her, to be in such a formal place. But she approached the shrine with a bit of apprehension, silently hoping that Frey would forgive her for calling upon another god. But she knew Frey would find her questions boring, and frankly, she didn’t want to upset them more. She placed the few flowers on the shrine and stepped back beside Deimos and inhaled deeply. “We ask for you Safrin, in the hope you might help us understand what we should do in this trying time.” Her voice was soft, as she glanced over to Deimos with a small smile. Hoping the goddess could give them some kind of direction, something to do. Rexanna didn’t want to see the Hallowed Grounds destroyed because of a disagreement on how to handle the Spire and the barrier surrounding it. Deimos will be joining this shrine thread!! because everybody's so busy trying to save themselves.

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