You currently sat praying at a statue of Blake Belladonna, goddess of the moon and space, your height barely came up to the toes of the goddess, you didn’t exactly know what you were praying for and you certainly weren’t expecting to hear a chuckle and then a voice “Rise, little mortal.” Your head snaps upwards to find Blake absolutely towering above you, she crouches down, still looming high above your minuscule body, a kind smile rests on her face