Otter Creek obsidian

perhaps it's a test of faith,

offered in a lowly hum, eyes squinted softly with amusement. shimmering greens meeting his deep oceans of blue.

that's what gods and goddesses do, no? test your...belief in them. your devotion...ask for offerings. she had never been very religious, not even in the cult of bears. but she had picked up language and words from those who practiced.