once i dreamt in black & white

Gideon

the priest

Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you

With the candelabra placed, Gideon went to one of the nearby lit candles and with a small match, transferred the flame onto it; he gave the match over to Amalia to do the same, sure to hand it over with plenty of wood left to burn down. Humming at a slightly bent arm on the metal frame, he focused on gently trying to adjust it back into place as Amalia spoke.

"All kinds of things. Who they should be praying to, if they've offended some God or another." The answer was usually no, mortals far more concerned with the Gods than the Gods with them, though he had had to say yes a few times. As for if he heard all of them, he nodded, looking over away from the arm for a moment. "Of course. Anyone queued up gets seen. I've been here late into the night talking to people sometimes. They come to learn and to respect the Gods, they deserve to be heard." Gideon was very sure of this, nodding to himself as he said it.

An idea occurred to him after he had explained, his eyes going to Amalia and this time staying there. "You know, there's actually something you could help me with that would mean a lot to the Gods. More than a candle."

The best of you, Honey, belongs to me