Moonstone Quarry hits the six, and it's summer

no stress!! <3

trade: spiritualist

luhtar's silence only emphasised the thought that shone behind a pale gaze. and when he spoke, the faith-man would listen, ears twitching, as if to bring themselves forwards and drink in the words that were said, confined within the holiness that the quarry wrought.

doubt was what he spoke of, and rökkur nodded, understanding. you are not expected to live up to stories of grandeur ; of gods who battle for pride and power, of warriors who defeated whole armies in their lonesome, luhtar. his voice was soft, then, comforting, as he understood these doubts, these insecurities. the thought that one was not what he should be, what others expected him to be. and the man gave a sigh.

his breath, long, almost exhausted, spoke of a past of his own, though he would not detail it ; he would not teach his own tales, not the true, raw versions of them. one day, when forneskja needed them, he would relent, but there was no use for such retellings now. you are only expected to forge your own. to be who you believe it is right to be. it is your doubt that proves your lack of arrogance, and it is arrogance that is even the strongest mans downfall. he had seen it time and time again.

standing, then, a soft smile formed upon the guardian's face. there is no right way to honour our gods, luhtar, only that you let their presence strengthen you ; that your prayers are not made out of greed, but out of belief. and you do not seem to be a greedy man, a perceiving gaze flickered over the warrior's figure, watchful, studious, before it returned back to his own eyes. the gods themselves would be the honoured ones to have a man such as yourself hold faith in them. a nod.

then, he would move away, a short flick of his tail inviting luhtar to follow suit. we will find you a moonstone. you should speak to sólhárr of what your role should be. ask him of protecting, luhtar. i believe that may be your calling. he could see it within him, in the way he stood still, unmoving, in the way that a gentleness shone behind his eyes ; unspeaking, though telling of more than words could ever convey.

it was up to him, though, to find his place. rökkur could only guide him so far.

feel free to fade this out soon !! love luhtar sm omg