Bearclaw Valley devotion

When he offered her another question in return -- how -- the priest merely chuckled and turned back to her altar, nosing around some of its other contents so they were better aligned now that the star ingredient was missing. She'd find proper replacement later. It was such a mortal thing to ask for all answers to be presented on a silver platter, while none of those would give him satisfaction. There was no spiritual salvation to be found simply by following a step-by-step guidebook on how to get closer to the spirits. What a silly thought! Yet these mortals, they seemed to think that was the case, always asking her to explain her words rather than try anything out themselves.

With a playful spark to her eye the priest glanced over her shoulder and said to the child, Shh. I've already said too much.