>>735446>>735448>>735444>>735445>>735447The water-god looks to your companions for their answers.
"An object or icon to facilitate the worship of your devotees," Volkama suggests.
"P-perhaps a day designated to its attendance?" River adds.
"Th-that… and friendship," Zjetya says.
"I second those answers," Observer adds.
The water-god swims about you, leaving a trail of diamond-like droplets of water in the air, glimmering in a spectacle of beauty, as the long dragon circles all about and between you, as a predator surveys prey.
"You are swimming around the mark, swirling around it, but not quite finding it," the water-god adds. "The phrase 'danger past, and god forgotten,' exists for a reason. Mortals turn to gods in times of trouble for aid, but the moment that trouble passes, all reverence and worship dissipates. Those souls go back to their ordinary existence; they have no worship, only a desire for a transaction. Even the Fantasians, so snug behind their walls of tin and rock, think they are safe on their own power. No; they are safe because of the spirits of the land and sea and sky. Because of we gods who gird and nurture them.
"Mortals are born with an innate sense of curiosity and awe for the world about them, a sense for the spiritual and mysterious. This feeling can be clouded by unkempt ambitions, personal desires, pettiness, sins… and as it dies, reverence does as well. A mortal forgets his gods, forgets his origins, forgets his place in the world, instead putting his own gratification and pleasure above all else. If you should seek the Kindling through the Shekinah's rite, you will come to know and despise this problem, yourselves.
"Teach the Fantasians reverence," the water-god concludes, rearing up to its full height. "Make a shrine, and establish its pilgrimage
cultus, naming feast days and practices. You will start with me, for you have offended me with the misuse of me and my domain. Then, you will honor the other gods of this land as well. That is how you shall make amends."