Larksong Grotto and the snakes start to sing

For @Nova Rose

He had spent the past few days close to the Grotto; tending to his hind leg, communing with Raas, finding and placing the shiniest stones — representing the many eyes of his lord — around the borders to ensure protection. The demons he had encountered on the ridge had left a mark on his psyche. He felt himself having doubts towards the Cardinal. What they said about him...

No, he would not be swayed by the lies of the wretched beasts. The man shook his head, redirecting his focus onto the patch of dirt before him, lit by the bright light of his God. His small paws moved swiftly, carving a crude symbol into the ground with sharp claws. It was one of protection, as well, for the paranoid priest would rather go overboard with precautions than deal with the consequences of negligence. The church had to be a safe haven for the followers.