OPEN

[deceivingly]

WHO: Yevdokiya an Waslyna O Bearhold, Tiffany Hart, Matthias, maybe my other characters + YOU
WHAT: a humble open log
WHEN: Fantasy March
WHERE: the Gallows, Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast
NOTES: bath nudity, butchering a seagull, nothing worse atm

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[deceivingly]

Mmm! Doki's noise of keen interest at this new fact is too bright to be merely polite. She has learned something. She will remember this.

"We do not pledge. That is for lowlanders. Why would we bother when the gods live in all things." Theologically simplistic, deeply meaningful. Doki gestures around them, the sheer walls that rise above them, the spars of rock and driftwood, some of it still bearing the shapes it was formed to by human hands when it lived its former life as the boat.

"We have favorites. Everyone is loving the Lady of the Skies, and the Mountain Father, and Hakkon Wintersbreath. My clan has our spirit, Kriccobog. She has been with us very many years, is very fierce, makes her braids into a beard--" She pinches her braids together under her chin to show him. "--much better than yours. Is always eating goat hearts. Someday she will die and we will get a new spirit by making her gifts and singing her songs and things. I will be here--Riftwatch--but it will happen."

She shrugs. Easy come, easy go.

"You have pledged?"