Karanila looked the shrine over with some apprehension.
A depiction of Alya was carved across the far wall in swirls of mane mingled with wind and clouds. The goddess was reared up in the skies, her four wings spread across stone, stars dotting their expanse. No space of the wall was bare of bold swirls for the wind or deep scoring outlining the goddess. On the ground before the mural was a raised stone alter. Incense burned at the center and offerings had been laid around it, undisturbed but to make room for more.
Karanila was not sure if she should bow first or apologize for not bringing a gift. Why had she come again?