New god intro!

[oi_theoi]

Who: Mortals, gods
When: Day 13, afternoon
Where: Shrine Room
What: The other kind of new arrivals.

[a teenaged girl with intricately braided hair and dressed in sandals, a flowy, brightly-patterned skirt, and a short-sleeved sweater that looks like it was made of the leftovers of a million other sweaters, is pacing the shrine room, twisting a loop of yarn strung between her hands. A pile of reddish sand seems to move around, following her.]

Perhaps away from the corner...

Comments

[gonnariverdance]

In a world this far gone? I figured there must not be many left.

[oi_theoi]

As you work, more will return.

[gonnariverdance]

Well ain't that convenient.

[oi_theoi]

It is what it is.

[gonnariverdance]

So which one are you? What's your domain?

[oi_theoi]

Leedin. My domains are the counting of time and the working of thread.

[gonnariverdance]

Sounds like one for homemakers.

[oi_theoi]

[stare]

[gonnariverdance]

Somethin' I said?

[oi_theoi]

No.

[going back to what she was doing]

[gonnariverdance]

What kinda sacrifices do you folk take?

[oi_theoi]

Myself or all of us?

[gonnariverdance]

All of you, but I'll take hearin' just what you take if you can't answer that.

[oi_theoi]

For me, acts done in my domains, by invoking my name. Also fibers -- plant or animal. Eggs and seeds. Unworked stone.

[gonnariverdance]

Sounds pretty tame.

[oi_theoi]

Most do not ask large things of me, so I do not ask much of them.

[gonnariverdance]

Good to know.

[oi_theoi]

We ask what we see as fair prices for offerings.