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the altars were due for a cleaning, their mother had said. the newcomers could not see it dusty or overgrown. they had to trim back any vegetation that tried to reclaim it. sweep the dead petals and flowers from the floor. clear out any spoiled offerings. dispose of any ill energy and then pray. it could easily take a handful of hours to finish, seeing as their own size was against them and the alters were in several different rooms, but cottontail worked diligently for their mothers sake.
they used their tail to brush away the debris that was left, flicking the dirt off of it. they completed their duty, saving their patron god for last so they could pray. the fisher took the lyre out from underneath the shrine and strummed it, leaning against the stone. their prayer wasn't melodic, but paired well with the instrument still.
"sachin, eternal praise upon you, i come to you in my times of grace. renew my hearth so i might strengthen my resolve. i plead this of you in your purified name, o giver of music. absolve me with your glorious light." they continued to play, closing their eyes and burrowing themselves into their cloak.
[/td][/tr][/table]they used their tail to brush away the debris that was left, flicking the dirt off of it. they completed their duty, saving their patron god for last so they could pray. the fisher took the lyre out from underneath the shrine and strummed it, leaning against the stone. their prayer wasn't melodic, but paired well with the instrument still.
"sachin, eternal praise upon you, i come to you in my times of grace. renew my hearth so i might strengthen my resolve. i plead this of you in your purified name, o giver of music. absolve me with your glorious light." they continued to play, closing their eyes and burrowing themselves into their cloak.