Samuel
I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
To find forgiveness in the weeds
One moment he was in the Greatwood facing certain death, then he was gone for a split second, somewhere between something and nothing - then he was at the Shrine, stumbling a little with the shock of the odd journey he had taken.
The Voice spoke to him and he looked up, too surprised to say anything for a moment. He had expected her to come down for him, perhaps fight the Fae, not whisk him off to a Shrine. "I...um...thank you. Thank you." Was all he could say at first, staring down at his own hands to make sure they were still real.
"I wasn't...trying to disobey Wessex, not really. Um..I...what happened?" He asked, feeling as if the last ten minutes hadn't even happened as he looked up at his Goddess.
