Light it up

She tried to think back to her lessons with Uncle Pontifex. What had he said about monoliths? Was this one of those shrines that they should pray to and offer something? From the sharp copper tinge in the air, she had a feeling her sister had already offered up her blood. Should she say some words as well?

Her chin tilted up, facing hopefully toward the spire that was now covered in Gilda's blood, Pythia lets out a ragged breath. "Abraxas, mighty God, grant my sister and I the gift of your knowledge and guide us on the path to righteousness," Pythia's voice is a low whisper, both hoarse and ethereal as she utters the words. "I use this prayer to invoke your power, oh Abraxas, ask for both protection and answers to the dark times. Amen," she sucks in another breath, her bones trembling and paws quaking. Stepping forward, Pythia quickly bites her tongue until it bleeds and swiftly licks the cool surface of the monolith, trailing her blood and saliva.

Stepping back, it's obvious how nervous she is. Her devout belief and nature used completely in her prayer so that Abraxas may actually hear her. "Let's hope I didn't fuck it all up," Pythia states grimly, a shaky laugh on her breath as she steps back.

"speech"