Devotion

Birdsong and the choir of life in progress rose into a crescendo of chirps and the whistle of wind through the trees. The air around the abandoned grew warm and pleasantly perfumed as it drifted and wafted. But for all her kind words, the shrine remained empty. Was it because the gods were merely busy after a horrified LongNight? Were they tending to the dead, and beginning the process of starting life anew? Or were they intentionally absent, leaving the abandoned to find her own way in the world? It was impossible to know.