Duskfire Glacier jimmy, you should switch it up

it is not a shrine, it's an altar, they're different, lousine corrected firmly yet gently. and there are two of them. Sin and Selardi. sun and moon. masculine and feminine.

she invited him closer with a wave of a foreleg, watching as he began to inspect her work. her smile was delicate, almost sheepish. i've always made them. we set one up in every den that was built. i figured you wouldn't want that in ours, so... i put it here.

his next question had her sitting in quiet thought for a long beat of silence. listening. feeling.

she finally replied, they sent you to me.