Blackfeather Woods primordial state of chaos

he did not eat, but relmyna followed his gaze toward the altar. it was a draw to her also. with an appraising look into eyes that seemed far too bleary for her liking, the priestess turned her attention upon the summit and smiled. it is where i come to commune with the gods, mou, relmyna mouthed. whether or not the boy understood, or even replied, was of little account to the priestess.
at times it was pleasant unto her to speak only for the pleasure of it. so long had she been silent, and now she was understood for the most part. it was a singular treat that the listener could not explain, and perhaps it was not something that needed such. some spirit has surely intervened on your behalf several times, the priestess mused gently. and perhaps that same spirit brought you here.