Duskfire Glacier jimmy, you should switch it up

lousine had begun building an altar.

it wasn't much, at least not yet. she'd chosen a location for it in the middle of the woods adjacent to the icefields. a mound of crudely packed together twigs, albatross feathers and crystal-esque rocks she'd found in the loam. it stood out against the treeline somewhat, a little lump above the earth, but to lousine, it was sacred.

with dirty paws she sat back on her haunches and sighed contentedly at her work. she bowed her head to send a brief prayer:

my beloved Selardi, mighty Lord Sin,
please accept this offering i bestow unto you.
i ask you not for a reward, but only for your blessing,
and for the protection of myself, faust, and our home.

@Faust.

she wondered what he would think, using his land for her own practice. she wondered if he would allow her to spread her beliefs to the women and men of darukaal — should it interest any in the hypothetical dream of hers. it was such a nice thought.

she called for him now, a mischievous glint in her baby blue eyes.