"This is my first time in Torchline," Jigano admitted ruefully, looking back to the ocean with all its mystery and power. "I've been too busy to come sooner... though I probably should have." He hesitated for a moment before reaching into his pocket before pulling out a small glass-like sphere and examining it carefully as he spoke again. "The gods here are split between New and Old," he explained to Arialla, with a nod to Kalynd. "There is one new god, called the Voice, whose followers are the Ascended. The old gods are Vi, god of life, Mort, god of death, and Rae, god of Nature. They are rarely seen by mortals, but their... heralds, for lack of a better word, are Safrin, Ludo, and Frey, respectively. You're more likely to encounter one of them or the Voice if you pray at a shrine here." He paused, then looked to the auburn-haired women with a cautioning note. "Though there are... others who might answer a prayer as well."
He tilted his head thoughtfully at her, glad that Kalynd was able to provide so much support and kindness to soften the blow of there being no easy way back from whence she came. "What sort of god did you serve on your world? Perhaps if they have similarities to one of those here, it might give you an idea of who to direct your prayer to?" A directed prayer was generally safer than a general one. You never knew who would answer a vague cry to the heavens, or what their intentions would be...
He tilted his head thoughtfully at her, glad that Kalynd was able to provide so much support and kindness to soften the blow of there being no easy way back from whence she came. "What sort of god did you serve on your world? Perhaps if they have similarities to one of those here, it might give you an idea of who to direct your prayer to?" A directed prayer was generally safer than a general one. You never knew who would answer a vague cry to the heavens, or what their intentions would be...
