King Elk Forest Till death do us part,

A smile, perhaps just as fake and forced as Odessa had seen time and time before amongst the family, as often Odessa was made to force a smile onto her lips, as now. 

Never before had Odessa heard the young girl's prayers and today would be of no exception. She asks the Bull instead to do it for her, likely unwilling so to test her own limits with by giving prayer to the High Elk not of her heart, lest he strike her down.

Of course. She speaks and lifts her head high, nose to the winds and her eyes close to enjoy a moment of silence until, Blessed High Elk, we pray for you to give us the strength and conviction needed to be worthy of your acceptance and gifts. That of a thriving new home, that more of their family may be lead the long stretch of journey back to them, that the lands would remain plentiful, to survive through the years to come. That long live our rightful King, no name drop intended, would Celnes catch that? who will unite our rifts and lead us into a future where the Deorwine will prosper again.