We arrived at the end of the hall which had a table set up and a heavy velvet curtain behind it. I saw a table with a small ceramic incense pot filled with ashes from previous offerings. I could tell the pot had been there for generations and was a living relic.
I put the incense stick into the pot and lit it with the sacred candle. I raised an eyebrow, "Do I really need to pray?"
I heard something crash into the wall causing me to jump. It sounded as if something had hit the wall with full force. However, nothing was out of place.
I panicked, "Okay! I will pray! I will pray!"
I squeezed my eyes shut, "Dear Gods, or Holy Empress, or whoever. Uhh… I don't really know how to do this. But… How's it going? Is the weather nice?"
The Original Seri giggled, "That's how you pray?"
"Well, I don't know! It's not like anyone has ever instructed me how to do this."
"Didn't you grow up at a church orphanage?"
