Blackfeather Woods primordial state of chaos

He glances away from the stone when she moves, and Mou is perceptive enough to notice her mouthing of words; it strikes him as curious, but familiar too. He doesn't know why but he can read her lips with some ease, as if he's practiced this skill at another time. She speaks of gods and spirits. He slowly nods, and with his own mouthed words he says, Sithis.

He still felt the pull of the altar, and so he stepped away from Relmyna's company and went to properly investigate. In his current state of mind the offered items seemed so strange, but not frightening. Mou did not know if he had been born in to a world of magic, or if he came from a family with their own religious doctrine, but he was not frightened by what he had found here. The offerings bled together with the surface they were displayed on, but it was the pebble that drew his attention. He thought he saw it catch the light — it glimmered, it blinked, and that momentary shift in his perception startled him enough to make him draw back a step.