Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

indra had paused a few times in her deliverance, made unsure by wraen's expression. thankfully, the woman seemed impressed -- indra felt her heart flutter in relief for she had not at all been impressed with herself. she tried a roll of her shoulders casually; maybe natural was an overstatement, but she appreciated the compliment especially coming from wraen.

"that was ok?" she breathed, feeling a lightness as she sought the sunspire wolf's validation -- "i just borrowed from real life. like, multiple stories and stuff, i guess." she hadn't been that original -- she knew people loved a story with a premise and a cruel god, and had simply gone down that narrative path. "i know someone who has really cool stories. maybe stories isn't the right word. he believes in them, i mean."