he looked down at you, a stoic but soft gaze staring at you on your knees. Hands pressed together head held low and words leaving your soft lips. During time of war he usually wouldn’t make anytime to answer nor even acknowledge any prayers, but he couldn’t ignore you. High priestess/priest of his Golden temple and god of nature, to which he had claimed and tamed during the earlier parts of the archon war. “You interrupt during Important times, what is it you need now?”