Holy Grail
The woman prodded him with questions although, he didn’t mind. It was natural to be curious although truth be told he wasn’t sure there was much he could explain. “To my understanding, Dragoste is fairly new.” He explained, his expression gentle despite the commanding thunder of his voice. “The leader is a fine young man named Ganta, and to my knowledge, he welcomes all travelers.” He had at least accepted him, although whether or not this was a wise decision, however, remained to be seen.
He cleared his throat before answering her second question, sure that it would be alarming to her to not only find a man of faith but a man that had devoted his life to his faith since the time he was a pup. “I came here to pray.” He said solemnly “I was promised a chance to preach my faith to the people of Dragoste but have yet to do so. “ He looked over his shoulder to the rising sun and closed his eyes as His holy light caressed his fur. He opened his eyes slowly and heaved a deep and relaxed sigh “I came to ask for strength and to worship Ley as I swore to do each morning.” There was an old wive's tale that said telling another person your prayers would keep them from being fulfilled, but Yale wanted to believe his god was more powerful than some silly superstition, and of course it seemed like a good opportunity to convert one ignorant to His glory.
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