Kellan was visibly taken aback by Jiao's casual conversation with a god, an entirely new level of respect for the Fair One in his deferential expression as he watched her with a little awe. To be so close to the divine was hard for him to comprehend, and her meandering warnings afterwards were taken quite strongly to heart.
"How will you know whether or not they'll like you?" he asked cautiously. "I wouldn't want to offend them." So he carefully took mental notes on how to entice their better intentions, wondering which - if any - he should pray to for a way home. "Have... have they ever been able to send anyone back from where they came from?" A faint hope at this point, but since Jiao knew Safrin personally, maybe she would know?
He nodded vigorously in agreement at her suggestion to give the shrines wide berth for the moment. "I wouldn't even know where to begin praying to them," he admitted, shoulders slumping again. "The gods of my world were distant. They intervened in mortal affairs maybe once every couple of centuries or so... The humans tended to have a few generations pass between miracles, but the Hidden live much longer. Enough have witnessed divine intervention directly that we know the gods but not... not for casual conversations. It's more like... like blasting a crater a mile wide. Or raising up a new river to divide warring nations." Unsubtle, in a word. Not the kind of deities who stopped by for a chat and some tea on a whim.
"How will you know whether or not they'll like you?" he asked cautiously. "I wouldn't want to offend them." So he carefully took mental notes on how to entice their better intentions, wondering which - if any - he should pray to for a way home. "Have... have they ever been able to send anyone back from where they came from?" A faint hope at this point, but since Jiao knew Safrin personally, maybe she would know?
He nodded vigorously in agreement at her suggestion to give the shrines wide berth for the moment. "I wouldn't even know where to begin praying to them," he admitted, shoulders slumping again. "The gods of my world were distant. They intervened in mortal affairs maybe once every couple of centuries or so... The humans tended to have a few generations pass between miracles, but the Hidden live much longer. Enough have witnessed divine intervention directly that we know the gods but not... not for casual conversations. It's more like... like blasting a crater a mile wide. Or raising up a new river to divide warring nations." Unsubtle, in a word. Not the kind of deities who stopped by for a chat and some tea on a whim.
