Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Turning more directly towards the man, Maea gave him a soft smile. "Everyone makes mistakes and get things wrong, Loren. That doesn't mean you should give up, or doubt yourself. You've heard my embarrassing story... so if you want to share yours, I'm ready to return the favor of not judging. Or not, if you prefer to keep it to yourself; either way, it's your choice." She would try to be trustworthy, to be someone he could confide in, if he wanted to. Or simply accept his silence, if that was his preference. It was all about choice for her.
"Of course, we can do that," she replied and headed over to the shrine that had been erected. There was incence and candles provided for those who came to call, little shelves for tools and idols commonly used in the little rituals - it seemed to her that some of them might be the same here as in the Ground. As she examined the available items, as well as the offerings left behind by previous visitors, she offered Loren a way out in case he didn't want to answer her offer.
"Did you practice religion in your homeland?" she asked him, as she began to pick out what she wanted to use.
"Of course, we can do that," she replied and headed over to the shrine that had been erected. There was incence and candles provided for those who came to call, little shelves for tools and idols commonly used in the little rituals - it seemed to her that some of them might be the same here as in the Ground. As she examined the available items, as well as the offerings left behind by previous visitors, she offered Loren a way out in case he didn't want to answer her offer.
"Did you practice religion in your homeland?" she asked him, as she began to pick out what she wanted to use.
