Blackfeather Woods Pained red

The woman's question took her aback, and Maegi paused for a long moment, face screwing up in puzzlement. What was she training towards? All the while, she'd been learning prayers and lore and had never thought to ask what her own role in this world would be. She had been so drawn into the words that she hadn't stopped to consider their context.

"I. . .well, I'm not sure, yet," the girl half-stammered, trying to smooth her features back into some semblance of confidence. As a child born into these Woods, she had had the upper hand in the conversation--but now Rooooj had thrown her a curveball, and she was scrambling to think on her feet. "Pray a lot, talk to the gods, give them offerings. Keep them happy."

She would have to ask Kove, when she saw him next. He was a priest; he would know what he did.