Shadewood chaos lives in everything

She laughs, an airy and accented tone. It is not condescending but more out of amusement. The man would lower his head in quiet submission, or perhaps it was shame of being caught staring? Who knew. That was half the fun. He was amusing so far.

"To all the gods, cher" came her reply, a maddened whisper upon his own soft vocals "even the lowly need devotion from time to time, no?" The spook did not so much as reject the more popular but give them tribute from time to time. 

Her head glances away to see the altar again. "This is of my own making, to appease the mother earth" taken from various stages of religious belief, to cover more ground "it is a fertility ritual. Crow feet, blood of man and woman, feathers... Doe ribs." 

She shrugs to him. "A little gift for the area. It will do unless it is knocked over."