Sarviur walked into the Shrine, trinkets in hand.
His Goddess was upon him immediately: lovely and blue and pure. "You've brought me gifts!" she said, delighted. He placed them upon her pedestal, nodding, liking the way they twinkled. But she didn't need
all of them, she explained...and two little black claws crumbled into dust. Were the rest to be hers? He watched, pious and rapt. Laughter rang in his ears like little bells and something fell from above. He stepped back, although he shouldn't have been frightened - he was in the company of his Goddess, after all.
He took the hatchet from the floor, marveling at its heft, and swept his trinkets back up. "
Thank you for all you have done," he murmured, beholding the treasure with awe.
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