Larksong Grotto What gods bring

She wasn’t pleased? Let her fume, let her rail, let her bare her teeth. Opposite her, Aspa would answer in kind—fangs bared in a grimace that, this time, bore no resemblance to a smile. The fur along her spine bristled, thickening further.

Then try harder! she had snapped, her jaws clicking shut with force. "Hvis din loyalitet ligger mere hos et menneske end hos dine guder, vil de aldrig tale til dig. Hvis du ikke beviser din hengivenhed, forbliver de tavse. Her anger ebbed, and she gestured toward her milky eye. What had she sacrificed? What had she cast aside in the hope of catching her gods' attention? Hers were deities who demanded only blood and suffering.

Guder har altid været et spørgsmål om tro, she said with a dry, almost mocking smile. Du kan vælge at tro på mig – eller lade være. Du kan vælge at ignorere mig, og ignorere mine guder.

Once more, Aspa breached the blonde woman’s space, gliding up beside her to murmur softly in her ear: I fear only my gods. I seek to please only them. I would kill in their name… and they reward me for it. I am nothing but the vessel of their will. Through them, I shall earn my place in the world beyond. Her tail lashed the air with a sharp, deliberate snap.