but this hunger, it isn't you

random event The Eirachi blinks at Wessex, tilting her head and seeming to fade in and out of the winter winds as the blizzard begins its journey across the Sea of Glass. "Does praising Flowerbirth cause it to last any longer? Does giving an offering at Leafchange make the harvest any larger? Your superstitions are your own, sweet one. You agreed to a deal, and I have held up my side of the bargain." All in all, I guess you'll have to find out, won't you. "We will speak soon, I venture." Another bell-chime laugh tinkles across the ice, but hard as Wessex looks, the Deepfrost goddess has disappeared away and into the Tundra.