Wheeling Gull Isle seifas

miseria finally caught on her groveling was starting to lose its previous charm. she rose on her legs, steadily. her ears still splayed back and her hands rested at her side.
she rolled her shoulders. "sorr — um, okay. thanks." she smiled softly, but insisting. "m-miseria."
she garnered a spark of courage to at least give heda to decency of looking her in the eye. "worship? my mother also worshipped a god. what's your pieties like? "