Duck Lake The Tingler

Engel sat down as Phocion sat down him self. Pick a star, pick a star... "Just...any star?" He looked about. Had this been about a year ago, Engel would have been rolling his eyes at this, but Engel now, he had been hurt. He needed faith, to believe it would all be okay. As he looked, he soon found one.

He shifted so he was facing fully to it. He glanced over at Phocion, feeling a little awkward. He wasn't sure if this was something to say aloud, or in his head.

"So...do..do I just say it out loud? Or in my head?" He had to think a bit of what he would even say in his prayer. "Cause uh, there's some things that...I wouldn't want others to exactly hear."