Whitebark Stream We should go have a look

Daylily could have died of embarrassment in this moment. She prayed she would suddenly turn invisible so she could slip away unnoticed, but no such thing happened. There she remained, still beside Connor, who was now wondering why she was thinking about the moon in the middle of the day. Now she had to make a decision. Was she going to tell this total stranger about her religion and risk him thinking her a fool? Through her association with others besides those in Oakstead, she had quickly learned that not everyone believed in the Lord and the Lady as she did. She hesitated, but in the end, her steadfastness in her faith pushed her to explain.

“I think of the moon and sun often, as well as many other things in nature. Trees, flowers, the water flowing in streams and rivers. Such things are part of my… religion.” Here, she glanced sideways at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction to this revelation. If he seemed against the idea of it, she would not continue down this line of conversation.