[They were lucky. It was cold in Tamida, and already kind of late. Most of the people left wandering around now were mongrels, and likely too intimidated by the elite and his giant cat monster to even give them a second glance.]
[But even so, when she feels his shoulder nudge against her own, she has to hold her own hand in place to stave off the temptation to reach out and grab a hold his.]
[Aside from a nod and soft murmur of agreement, she'll stay quiet as they walk the rest of the way, leading him to the temple proper and then down a certain hallway. The walls are decorated with various little altars, shrines, and religious idols, but there's one in particular she's leading him to. It'll probably take a little while, but eventually they reach a small corner where a single necklace in the shape of a golden tuning fork sits on a small pedestal. It's all covered in a fine layer of dust -- even the small envelope sitting in front of it, with a name scrawled out in language Rin wouldn't recognize.]
[The significance will no doubt be lost on Rin. But for her part, Arietta kneels down and starts to brush off the dust -- sniffling a bit as she does so.]
[It's only once she finishes, leaning the envelope back into place, that she scoots back on her knees and glances up at Rin.]
...how do you pray for people where you're from? So we... can do it right. For Renzo.
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[But even so, when she feels his shoulder nudge against her own, she has to hold her own hand in place to stave off the temptation to reach out and grab a hold his.]
[Aside from a nod and soft murmur of agreement, she'll stay quiet as they walk the rest of the way, leading him to the temple proper and then down a certain hallway. The walls are decorated with various little altars, shrines, and religious idols, but there's one in particular she's leading him to. It'll probably take a little while, but eventually they reach a small corner where a single necklace in the shape of a golden tuning fork sits on a small pedestal. It's all covered in a fine layer of dust -- even the small envelope sitting in front of it, with a name scrawled out in language Rin wouldn't recognize.]
[The significance will no doubt be lost on Rin. But for her part, Arietta kneels down and starts to brush off the dust -- sniffling a bit as she does so.]
[It's only once she finishes, leaning the envelope back into place, that she scoots back on her knees and glances up at Rin.]
...how do you pray for people where you're from? So we... can do it right. For Renzo.