Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190602005414/@comment-32460917-20190602013534

From the edges of the trees, a pale face poked out, studying the growing crowd of people with dead eyes. Chan tried to blink away the rain that was pelting both the ground and her exposed head. At this point, there were only blurry shapes in front of her. Mortals, probably, that had gotten stuck outside in the rain. It wasn't worth watching.

As she was about to turn away, the world seemed to light up and a familiarly black-and-white-haired figure swept into view. Chan pulled further away into the woods, not wanting to be seen by another deity. It was Silverskies, someone who was known for helping mortals. The thundering storm dampened whatever the goddess had cried out, but Chan didn't think too much of that either. She was probably just doing what she normally did and helping mortals. Pulling her hood over her head, Chan continued to stare dully at the congregation as she walked along the border between the trees and the field to her left.