Caedwyn seemed to miss her brief anxiety of her asking him to celebrate their Goddess together with her. She let out a soft sigh in relief, having nodded along and added in proper responses to his own mentioning's of enjoying Casfura's plunder when appropriate. It made her wonder if they had passed by one another in their drunken stupors. Had she seen him? Had she hid from him, or he from her?
"No no, definitely not cactus juice. I won't make that same mistake again." she retorted, shifting her head and shoulders as she continued onwards, finding a path along the base of the lower mountain hills that seemed well traveled. The lake hung in the distance and the forest had thinned out some here, where rocks started to take over the terrain from various land-slides and standard weathering. Her nose dipped down low quickly, her tongue searching for scents. A sharp musty odor struck her. Her head came up and she resumed the pathway, motioning for Caedwyn to stay close. "Those are a must." Enya confirmed at Caedwyn's ideas. It was the bare-minimum she dared to give their Goddess. "These trees have sap here, these pines. I've learned that it burns well if you can manage to light it. Those of the Kingdom, they used to make candles out of it. It was customary to make a circle out of the candles to help focus the point on the tribute. Often times they painted their bodies, stones in the area, and brought tribute to an alter - bones as you said. We could make a flesh offering as well," She glanced sideways at Caedwyn, wondering if he would get her meaning, "Underneath the stars and underneath Her gaze. It's said to bring good luck and fortune." Her gaze returned to the pathway ahead. "Those are just some ideas, anyways. We have time, we could make it something worth her attention I think." At least, Enya was prepared to put a good amount of effort into her Goddess, to renew her faith once more.
Up ahead, the pathway twisted and between some large flowering bushes was a cave entrance. Enya paused as she saw the mouth come into view, turning briefly to look at Caedwyn, then hunkered herself down to watch and observe. Her nose quivered as her tongue scented the air, finding the musky odor much more potent now than before. It hadn't been hard to follow at all. When Enya spoke next, it was in a whisper. "Bear, I think." She didn't often like picking fights with bears. They were scary powerful. However, the cave location was ideal - more than ideal - and she wanted it. "You game?" her teal eyes stared not at Caedwyn, but at the entrance of the cave. They seemed to almost glow with eagerness, her tongue now running along her muzzle to lick away the saliva from her excitement. Their last hunt with large game had not gone as planned. This one, however, she had no fear of the same situation happening again.
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