If you could spare the attention you d notice that your offering placed before your Goddess has evaporated into a thin line of blue smoke it s musky scent wrapping around your chest before dissipating over her left shoulder As it begins to fade you feel yourself drawn in closer now paying rapt attention to each motion each push and pull of the air against your skin Her throaty chuckle plays through your mind and you close your eyes - you re unsure if you ve heard her with your ears or just inside of your own head The image of her altar fills your mind and her voice rises once again Fill out your petition and drop it in the vessel Perhaps I will fulfill your desires Finished Good Now you may worship me Your eyes snap open as you feel a small slip of paper fall from your hand yet all that lies before you is your Goddess Show me how you worship your Goddess pet
