Prayer.

Caty Weezles knelt down beside her very quietly, pressing her hands together after making a cross against her body. She mimicked her actions very carefully but continued to speak the whispers louder than normal, bouncing off the hollow walls, "I prays to God and I tells my daddy." She breaked in and prayed out loud, "Dear God make Hope not sad and cause if your sad you can't make sandcastles cause they just don't come out right." And with that she bowed her head down even more, eyes still on Hope. "I comes here to light candles for my mommy." The flamed stick poofing out as it falls to the ground. Thankfully, not starting a fire.

 

Hope Naxos stifles a choking sob as the girl starts to speak, her knuckles pressed hard into her teeth. Too much, just too much. She murmurs a quiet "amen," before her hands fall limp before her again, dangling between her thighs as she looks down at Caty. She didn't have to look down far. "That's very good.. it's good to tell your daddy when something scares you." Never mind that her daddy was exactly what scared Hope right now. She looks away, aware of the girl's eyes on her. "A very good prayer, sweets. Very good. I know God's listening- I feel better already." It's only when the stick falls and the flame goes out that she notices its presence, smiling faintly to herself. "God sees those too, don't he? It's nice to know he's watching."

Done