They are alone, they must be, but someone or something had the foresight to light the candles that adorn the interior of the temple. Their flames flicker with the faintest breeze, the flutter of the dragonlings' wings from wherever they have perched somewhere in the shadows. Called to the altar as she walks with Somnus in silence, their shadows waver behind them.
Once, she had asked him how to pray; he had responded that one offers their words or thoughts up to the gods, and it would be up to the heavens to consider them. Standing before him, she feels compelled to say something to him; not a prayer or petition, but a truth, a weight, a burden...
just give me a lung transplant!!
They are alone, they must be, but someone or something had the foresight to light the candles that adorn the interior of the temple. Their flames flicker with the faintest breeze, the flutter of the dragonlings' wings from wherever they have perched somewhere in the shadows. Called to the altar as she walks with Somnus in silence, their shadows waver behind them.
Once, she had asked him how to pray; he had responded that one offers their words or thoughts up to the gods, and it would be up to the heavens to consider them. Standing before him, she feels compelled to say something to him; not a prayer or petition, but a truth, a weight, a burden...
Her lips part. She is still. ]