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"But why do I need to give her my nice things?! I got these all on my own!"
A soft yet pronounced voice echoed through the dimly lit sandstone ruin. Cobwebs had taken over along with various chunks of stone and scraps of fabric tainted with sand over the dry years that the desert offered. Two figures soon came into few after maneuvering through the dusty old halls, both noticeably Varran. There stood a feminine figure and what could only be assumed to be her child by her side, both looking up to the prominent night blue cat-like statue that stood center in the chamber with its piercing white eyes. Despite the shape of the temple around them, the statue was seemingly untouched bar the many trinkets which sat at its feet and adorned its neck.
"She is our goddess, Kailu. She brings blessings onto us but only when we offer ourselves in return. She brought me you and your sister." The feminine figure spoke softly in return to the small Bakrran's query and almost whine.
The young Silven's ears perked, his eyes emitting a subtle glow in the darkened temple as he looked up to his mother and then to the statue of his newfound idol. He flooded with curiosity and began rambling off questions to his parent who in turn answered each of them calmly, soothing her son's wandering mind.
"We are blessed." He finally uttered, a tiny hand being brought up to rest on his cheek as if signaling to his golden eyes.
His mother offered a wide smile accompanied by a chuckle at the phrase before moving to gently nudge him along, "That is why you must give to her, she gives back to those who earn it. Go ahead, offer your trinket, Kailu."
Despite his curiosity, when he was pushed closer to the statue, he froze up, growing nervous as if he was approaching the being herself. His heels dug into the ground but his mother remained insistent and coaxed her son along closer until he was within arms reach to deposit his offering. Kailu coiled in on himself for a moment before slowly rising back to his proper posture seeing there was no threat and with a new found vigor he placed a golden ring before the statue. Candlelight caught the shiny piece of jewelry and reflected a small glint back into the Bakrran's own golden eyes and a small grin crossed his young snout.
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The cold wind bit into the now-grown Bakrran's exposed furred skin, snapping him out of what he considered to be one of his happiest memories. He tried to hold onto the vision for a moment longer but it alluded him and he found himself knelt before a similar night blue statue only distant from his homeland. His hands had found themselves to be resting in his lap and within them was a golden pocket watch with a solar-lunar design on the face. He clutched the piece tightly, the chain weaved around his fingers as he glanced up to the idol before him, his golden eyes scanning the statue for answers but again coming up empty. The Silven found himself hanging his head once more, remaining in his position before his goddess in hopes of some form of communication that was likely to never come to him.
