"Here they can be fickle, too," he agreed wryly. "Usually they don't answer at all. Sometimes they do, to offer a bit of advice or just to tease you... sometimes they seem to grant rewards. Other times, curses. It's probably wisest to only pray when you're certain you have something worth saying - asking, or giving thanks. And knowing who to pray to, as well!" He still wasn't sure why Ludo had initially taken an interest in him, and perhaps it was as simple as sheer boredom on the god's part, nothing more flattering than that. But it was a relief that it hadn't been Frey who had answered his early prayers, and he had come to be glad and grateful for the way things had worked out.
A vampire gourd preferring meat? Well, he had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed had him smiling ruefully. "I hope he likes goat jerky, then!" Rory always seemed to have some of that around, and the bard had some in his pack near the door, easy enough to retrieve as he moved about, seeing to the comfort of animals and humans alike. "You're quite welcome. And thank you again for your help with the flinthoppers!"
Water and food procured, they were able to retire to the shade to enjoy their water and apples, and he gingerly tossed some jerky to Fangorn as he asked his questions. He waited, patient and glad of the rest as she gathered her thoughts, and when Melita spoke he listened, mouth curving into a wry grin. "So many sun gods," he murmured ruefully, thinking of Caiside and Killian both. And damn, but he needed to get those two introduced at some point. It would either be fast friends or sparks flying... "Helovia, though... what a lovely name. And a place that is always warm and bright sounds wonderful!" For a man from a northern country, who had walked the forests, steppes, and tundra in all seasons - most of them chilly, if not bitterly cold - the idea of constant warmth was appealing, even as sweat trickled down his hairline and between his shoulder blades from their labors in the fields.
"What were your favorite games to play there, as a child?" he asked, curiosity both idle and genuine as he tilted his head back to rest it against the wood of the barn, enjoying the sense of a job well-done and pleasant company to enjoy it with.
A vampire gourd preferring meat? Well, he had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed had him smiling ruefully. "I hope he likes goat jerky, then!" Rory always seemed to have some of that around, and the bard had some in his pack near the door, easy enough to retrieve as he moved about, seeing to the comfort of animals and humans alike. "You're quite welcome. And thank you again for your help with the flinthoppers!"
Water and food procured, they were able to retire to the shade to enjoy their water and apples, and he gingerly tossed some jerky to Fangorn as he asked his questions. He waited, patient and glad of the rest as she gathered her thoughts, and when Melita spoke he listened, mouth curving into a wry grin. "So many sun gods," he murmured ruefully, thinking of Caiside and Killian both. And damn, but he needed to get those two introduced at some point. It would either be fast friends or sparks flying... "Helovia, though... what a lovely name. And a place that is always warm and bright sounds wonderful!" For a man from a northern country, who had walked the forests, steppes, and tundra in all seasons - most of them chilly, if not bitterly cold - the idea of constant warmth was appealing, even as sweat trickled down his hairline and between his shoulder blades from their labors in the fields.
"What were your favorite games to play there, as a child?" he asked, curiosity both idle and genuine as he tilted his head back to rest it against the wood of the barn, enjoying the sense of a job well-done and pleasant company to enjoy it with.
