In the beginning there was Darkness

Never before had she tried to approach any god but the Old ones. The true ones, those who had been created as such by Caido, the Creator. Maea followed Wessex slowly, hesitant, with a feeling that she was about to do something treasonous. Or at the very least inconsiderate. But though every fiber of her being screamed at her to abandon this foolish plan, Maea remained and watched as Wessex bent down before the shrine - she had not known of it's existence, har been shocked and disturbed to find one in a place dedicated to knowledge, as if books and aspirations of learning could somehow be connected to what The Voice was. She felt a strong desire to reach för someones hand, but the only one there besides her was Sam. And though they were friends, though she liked him, he was Ascended too. A... A bright one. It did not inspire comfort right now. In the end she merely clenched her hands and remained quiet, not daring to speak lest she somehow ruined this. Or drew attention to herself. New or not, god or not, at the very least it was undeniably that the Voice was more powerful than herself. Enough to make her bite her tongue and wait. Maea Like morning dew Love will come again to you