New Faces Every Day

AISHA

d is for delightful and try
to keep your trousers up

Sam's response to Safrin was new, usually people seemed kindly inclined to the lady of stars. She quirked a brow, eager to hear what he had to say. It was simple advice that he gave, advice she'd heard before, but it sounded like it was from experience. Her curiosity begged to be obliged, she she stroked it's spine for just a moment, prying into the other in hopes of a good story, "Have you had a bad interaction with her then?" she asked, interested in a counter argument to Safrin's benevolence.

The answer he gave to her other question did halt her to blink a moment. He prayed to the voice? People did that? From what she knew, the voice was the bad guy, so to hear the man before her say he prayed to her, she had to know why. It was obvious that she didn't have a hospitable opinion of the new goddess, in the way her nose scrunched up a bit at the idea. She didn't mean to come across as rude, but sometimes her sass got the best of her.

"Whaaa... hm," she held the vowel, trying to think of phrasing that didn't sound judgy. She didn't do that great, "Why her and not the other gods?" Her personal opinion of Samuel hadn't changed, she just didn't understand what he got out of praying to the voice. It was a prejudice that maybe he could help her with, as new and malleable as her point of view was.

i think you should know you're
his favorite worst nightmare