Naavi
Naavi hummed, staring at the sky, as she thought about her answer. "In ninety-eight years, I have prayed to many of the Old Gods. Vi, Mort, Rae, Safrin, Ludo, Frey. Each God has a purpose, why should I choose only one?" She inquires, certainly a rhetorical question, not one that she was seeking an answer too.
After all, what kind of outsider would have the answer to that question? "But some of us choose to worship one over the others. I do not, though. I feel that it is rude."
The other giggled, and Naavi's eyebrows furrowed. "Why do you laugh at me? What is funny?" The answer made the small woman frown, "What will you give the gods, in return for this favor, if they grant it?" The woman stepped back from the small fae, and this further caused the flitty creature concern.
"Do you fear me? Your body language suggests that you do. Why?"
After all, what kind of outsider would have the answer to that question? "But some of us choose to worship one over the others. I do not, though. I feel that it is rude."
The other giggled, and Naavi's eyebrows furrowed. "Why do you laugh at me? What is funny?" The answer made the small woman frown, "What will you give the gods, in return for this favor, if they grant it?" The woman stepped back from the small fae, and this further caused the flitty creature concern.
"Do you fear me? Your body language suggests that you do. Why?"
Leave a sparkle, wherever you go.
