(holy places draw believers, and while lessa does not worship quetzalcoatl or set—he considers them both his equals when he considers his status as a god of gods at all—their belief is comforting to be around. civilians come out to this dangerous place to pray. the least he can do to give them peace of mind is to protect them while they do.
he's used to seeing small groups, however. they talk among themselves and then bow their heads together in reverent silence. xiao speaks aloud when alone, which inspires him to make contact.
not before waiting for him to finish speaking to his god, curious enough to eavesdrop but not enough to interrupt. to hear the rest of xiao's request, wondering if maybe he could provide what the young man is searching for, he retracts his fingers from a bromelia's thick petals to find a quiet, careful route to him. unfortunately, all lessa manages to do is clumsily slip on a damp bed of roots whose tangle catches his ankle and sends him—loudly—to the forest floor.)
Argh!
(at least he recovers quickly, holding his reddening forehead in both hands.)
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he's used to seeing small groups, however. they talk among themselves and then bow their heads together in reverent silence. xiao speaks aloud when alone, which inspires him to make contact.
not before waiting for him to finish speaking to his god, curious enough to eavesdrop but not enough to interrupt. to hear the rest of xiao's request, wondering if maybe he could provide what the young man is searching for, he retracts his fingers from a bromelia's thick petals to find a quiet, careful route to him. unfortunately, all lessa manages to do is clumsily slip on a damp bed of roots whose tangle catches his ankle and sends him—loudly—to the forest floor.)
Argh!
(at least he recovers quickly, holding his reddening forehead in both hands.)