Marose quietly traced a finger along the petals of the many flowers scattered around the altar, contemplating the state of the ongoing war on the mortal kingdom. The Word had decreed that no gods were allowed to intervene unless the conflict got out of control which had her extremely anxious as she observed the death and pain slowly spread through the kingdoms, being denied the very reason for her existence.
Her only comfort was watching her followers try and heal the world in her absence, refugees sharing food and laughter in her temples, and soldiers from both sides befriending each other in neutral field hospitals. “By The Word’s decree, this world will heal… sooner or later, it always heals.”
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening snapped her out of her anxious thoughts, she saw Anon bring in a tray of offerings. “Oh… More offerings? People need me to intervene, if only i could help them.” With a tired sigh, she organized the offerings and diligently placed them on the altar.
“Could you stay for a little longer?” Marose, asked out of nowhere with a sad tone. “I can’t ease the pain of the mortal world, but it might cheer me up to have someone to care for, even if it’s just me spoiling my servants yet again…”