Haunted Wood you are the rite of movement

she dips her head a fraction at the woman's first question, not before entertaining the idea of giving everyone here a different name to call her by. that could prove interesting, perhaps, but without an audience, without scylla, it seems lackluster. 

"the daedra are gods. there's sithis, god of the dead, and peryite, goddess of decay and rot, others too. you can talk to them, pray to them." she offers this before falling silent, considering. "I've never actually seen them, or heard them. some can, apparently." she didn't entirely trust things she could not sense herself, but in the interest of not being wrong, she wavers in her belief; not quite putting her faith in them, not moving to insult them either, until she can make some sort of concrete decision.