Bearclaw Valley Rubadubdub

What happened next was, in Keiko’s opinion, probably the singular most remarkable thing that had happened in her life (thus far).

Her family, and the village they associated with, were built upon a formal social order. A caste system embellished with rituals, honorifics, traditions… all things to uphold purity and respect for one's self, their superiors, and the gods who walked among them.

And so, when the deity reached out and placed his heavenly paw against her chest, Keiko was certain she had been ordained.

To meet a god… why, that had only existed in her wildest fantasies.

But to be touched by one. Chosen by one.

Small tears of happiness began to bead in the corners of her eyes. Yes, her prophetic dream had shown her the true way. Keiko knew that, for the rest of her years, she would be devoted to this Kami.

=“I-I won’t let you down,”= she promised, youthful voice teeming with emotion. He picked up her belongings which Keiko took as a sign of acceptance of her fealty.

Keiko knew she would construct the most magnificent shrine to honor and worship him. Others, too, would come from far and wide to pay their respects.

The priestess took a step deeper into the Valley as she crossed the metaphorical rubicon to begin her new life.

Another? :D