Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

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"not much," wintersbane rumbles in honest reply. he cannot remember if nyx had ever truly taught him anything other than their names. he'd spent so much of his time spurning the deities of these woods and their ways as a child that he might've intentionally caused himself to forget anything she might've taught him beyond their names. "i know their names." it's ...something of a start, though he cannot help but think that names are sort of useless if he cannot associate them with the proper deity. wintersbane offers her a curl of his lips into a sheepish half-smile.

"it's a bit daunting," he admits, speaking in a low voice that is almost whisper. as if he's afraid the gods might hear his secret. he cannot help but feel intimidated by the deities and hopes that they can forgive him his past transactions. there wasn't much wintersbane was intimidated by but the aspect of religion and gods who could favor and take away that favor at their own whimsical desire left him a bit hesitant and respectful of what he was desperate to be apart of.