Blackfeather Woods someone to rely on as lightning comes a-staring in again

as a self-proclaimed being of light, she was accustomed to rituals. though not in the way one would expect. Heloise chose to offer silent prayers to beings of perpetual goodness; whether they be her own gods or not. should they falter in their benevolence, she would offer no mercy and turn her back upon them. no, she knew therein existed some darklings in the world. some beings that refused to twist their head toward goodness. who reveled in the suffering of others.

and she would hunt every last one of them down.

rituals and witchcraft... they did not please her. she knew 'good' pagans existed, but this. this was definitely darker. the woman came upon the girl once more, though she did not expect to find this. a sordid altar, whispers of dark upon the very air, and a trance (perhaps) holding the innocent. in Heloise's eyes, all children were innocent. incorruptible unless someone did the corrupting. whatever dark beast the girl was praying to, she would not stand for it.

"what are you doing, girl?" she would say, pale gaze narrowed at the gruesome shrine.