Are
A body broken, scuffed and sore from days of labor. Sacrificing the flesh to purge the mind, or so he would have thought had he been capable of anything beyond living and toiling.
Even as he on soft soles walked wherever the wind carried him he could feel an emptiness. Not the comforting emptiness of a work well done or a day drawing to a close. No, the dark skies brought him no rest, not yet. As Are, hidden in the depths of his cloak, closed in on the shrine, he felt a pang of home sickness. How he at the worst of times had to scurry from shadow to shadow, hiding what faith he had all the while smiling to those who hunted them.
With a callused hand he pushed back his hood and hat. Kneeling seemed appropriate as well. "I come, seemingly abandoned. I name them not, but turn to you. In your world I turn to you." he whispered, eyes closed and a linen purse wrapped tightly in waxed thread pressed towards his chest where no pendant hung anymore. "Accept what little I have, the last of what I have." Are said, voice gaining in strength. With a muted clink he set the bag down at the foot of the shrine. An offering of silver, what little he had left. "Caido, I pray you turn upon me and grant me your light, let it aid me in these trying times. A lost son of an old world, one of failing faith in what was."
Even as he on soft soles walked wherever the wind carried him he could feel an emptiness. Not the comforting emptiness of a work well done or a day drawing to a close. No, the dark skies brought him no rest, not yet. As Are, hidden in the depths of his cloak, closed in on the shrine, he felt a pang of home sickness. How he at the worst of times had to scurry from shadow to shadow, hiding what faith he had all the while smiling to those who hunted them.
With a callused hand he pushed back his hood and hat. Kneeling seemed appropriate as well. "I come, seemingly abandoned. I name them not, but turn to you. In your world I turn to you." he whispered, eyes closed and a linen purse wrapped tightly in waxed thread pressed towards his chest where no pendant hung anymore. "Accept what little I have, the last of what I have." Are said, voice gaining in strength. With a muted clink he set the bag down at the foot of the shrine. An offering of silver, what little he had left. "Caido, I pray you turn upon me and grant me your light, let it aid me in these trying times. A lost son of an old world, one of failing faith in what was."
