Fairspell Meadow Autumn Moon

Ash Paw frowned in concentration as the she beast spoke. She closed her blue eyes and made a soft hum. Listening, syphoning through the words to what lay beneath them. What she was asking her. Why and she could understand if other's did not believe, but Ash Did. It, they did need it if she wanted blessed. Do they simply like the smell? Can they use it in spirit form she doesn't know, and these questions feel much like too close to blasphemy and heresy.

Because if I do not I fear my good fortune will fail. That they will curse me as they see fit, for not sharing in the fruits of my labor with them. It is blasphemy and heresy to ask them such questions. So I don't. I simply offer up what I can and pray for good fortune, for lives.

Ash Paw shifted and nodded. I will leave you now, but I will pray for you.