My poor priest, you've been dealing with so much. More than any of my priests before you! It's alright. Should you ever need to relax, by all means, pray and visit me.
Shhh. Shhh. It is okay.
Late winter, on the clearest night, my priests in this area would lead the community to the beach. The day would be spent eating, talking, telling stories... playing, too, as one could in the cold. And once the moon would hit it's highest peak, the people would write out wishes and prayers to attach to floating lanterns, which they would send into the sky over the water.
As she speaks, she conjures an illusion of such a lantern, and Mayoi will know instinctively how to make them.
They called it the Festival of Rising Stars. Isn't that cute?
[There is some miserably whining into her clothing as she holds him close. Something to the effect of I'm just a rotten little pill buuuuuuug that deserves to be squaaaaashed uuuee.... but he does settle down while she comforts him.]
[He's fine, he's just a little dramatic. He sniffles a little.]
O-Oh... if that wouldn't be imposing on your rest...
[It's hard to imagine him intruding on her for any reason, let alone to just decompress...ah, what a kind and gentle Goddess she is...]
Ah, It sounds like a lovely festival. I think ...such a time would be nice for everyone. It seems as though we have been unable to catch our breath for some time.
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My poor priest, you've been dealing with so much. More than any of my priests before you! It's alright. Should you ever need to relax, by all means, pray and visit me.
Shhh. Shhh. It is okay.
Late winter, on the clearest night, my priests in this area would lead the community to the beach. The day would be spent eating, talking, telling stories... playing, too, as one could in the cold. And once the moon would hit it's highest peak, the people would write out wishes and prayers to attach to floating lanterns, which they would send into the sky over the water.
As she speaks, she conjures an illusion of such a lantern, and Mayoi will know instinctively how to make them.
They called it the Festival of Rising Stars. Isn't that cute?
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[He's fine, he's just a little dramatic. He sniffles a little.]
O-Oh... if that wouldn't be imposing on your rest...
[It's hard to imagine him intruding on her for any reason, let alone to just decompress...ah, what a kind and gentle Goddess she is...]
Ah, It sounds like a lovely festival. I think ...such a time would be nice for everyone. It seems as though we have been unable to catch our breath for some time.
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She doesn't seem offended and is in fact trying not to laugh.
I would not extend the invitation if I did not wish for you to act upon it.
And isn't it just? It will give you something to look forward to in the winter, too. Hopefully now you will be able to rest a while.