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A voice, unfamiliar and unbidden, rippled over the waves, shattering the quiet sanctity of her prayer. How dare he! Hemera’s ears dipped, her eyes fluttering open, though she refused to turn toward the intruder. From the depth of his tone, she knew: a man. „I am more than safe beneath the Lord’s gaze,” she murmured, conviction woven into every syllable. Of course, He would protect her. He had before.

Yet Hemera was no fool. No amount of prayer, no depth of faith, could shield her from death’s reach. That was a truth she had long accepted. And so, she guarded it; guarded herself. A sigh, soft yet weighted, slipped from her lips as she finally turned her plum-colored gaze upon him.

Tall. Dark. A figure carved from shadow, his presence commanding, formidable. The edge of her brow lifted as she crossed her forepaws, studying him. „He does speak to me,” she stated, voice edged with quiet certainty. „You interrupted us.” A narrowed gaze, sharp with unspoken reprimand; prayer, after all, was a conversation with God Himself.

And yet… maybe this, too, was His doing. A test. A calling. The man bore the scent of Viskani’s people, and something about him intrigued her. A soft smile ghosted across her lips. „I take it you do not speak to Him?” Perhaps, when he sought His voice, he was met with nothing but silence. If so, then he was in need of guidance; just as Periane had been not so long ago. And Hemera was not one to turn away a soul lost in the dark.