on the wings of a dream [Open]

Morgan

Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go

Giving offerings to the Gods was not something Morgan had a tendency to do often; her mother had encouraged it when she was young, but she had whined and refused, and simply not shown up when she was older. Now though, she had a purpose and a reason to, Frey asking for three sets of offerings for the Citadel's protection; so she came to the shrine, a bundle of items in her arms.

She had the usual; fruits and creams, sumptuous delights, but as this was Frey's 'nature' aspect, she had brought other things too. A couple of figures carved from the wood of local trees (particularly hardy ones, to live in Halo), a small painting depicting a scene at the Sea of Glass, and a handful of snow. Morgan had not been sure about the last one, but she had always like the crispness of the fresh snow under her boot; she hoped Frey enjoyed that too.

Not expecting to actually see the deity, she gently placed all her offerings under the shrine then stood back, waiting for a moment or two for nothing in particular, just making sure she paid the correct respects; she could not afford to ruin this chance for Halo.

I've been kicking them away
Been hoping not to let them take control