Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign

With Onni for company they'd set out for the Veins, steadily working their way west across the land. The day's heat had cooled off, and while the Veins, jutting blue out into the sea, still loomed on the horizon dusk had overtaken them. Steadily the sun had slipped down, until it was nothing but a flaming rim over the horizon and the eastern sky had darkened, mottled blue and purple. A few strong stars shone brightly, but the orange and blood red of the sunset still dominated the sky. Mauja, however, could've been happier. He'd managed to avoid traveling with Kri the Terror, but he was still stuck with Gossamer the Blackmailer. But with the fall of the temperature, even his temper had cooled; the initial annoyance in which he had arrived at the Foothills had subsided to a dull throb, and he was more of his usual, cool self. He didn't enjoy her company still, and probably never would, but just looking at her didn't piss him off anymore. It just made him want to sigh and shrug.

Instead, he'd focused on Indy and Onni, and had tried to have some small talk and pleasant conversations with them, but... well. He wasn't sure how well it'd gone, really. Indy was pleasant and seemed to be untroubled by whatever lead mareish instinct that made them suspicious, and Onni seemed a sweet mare. He'd fallen quiet now, though, and had walked in silence for quite some time; he sighed, pausing briefly at the isthmus leading across the blue-tinged magma. Here we are, he thought to himself. He'd been here once before, with d'Artagnan, and met with the God of Earth. He hoped those celestial deities were home today, but you never knew. With a flick of his pale tail, Mauja began to cross to the volcano, eying the stuff with distaste. Absentmindedly he thought he would be fun to push Gossamer off the path and into it, but it would hardly help his foreign relations to do it... And it wouldn't be possible to push Kri had she been with them, for she could just flap those wings and disappear into the sky. Oh, well. The time of reckoning would come for them all.. at some point.

He swept up to the shrines, a wind ruffling his raven feathers. During the climb the sun had finally set and the moon-in-the-sky had come out; as a result of it, Mauja's pupils had grown clouded, silvery and otherworldly. The stars seemed brighter, the shadows around him darker, and the wind was soothingly cold. Around her shrine, thin, blue-frosted spikes of ice snaked up, their sharp tips breaking off and falling to the ground. He would not come with weapons in the midst of strangers, but he felt the need to give the Moon something, something more tangible than his heart. He turned his head to peer at the two equines, wondering if they would give anything to their patron God. "Moon and Earth, please here us. We suffer, and we ask for guidance," he murmured. You did not need to shout at the Gods to make them hear you.

( Gossamer, Indy, and Onni first. ^^ Sadly I don't have a VotG pass so :/ *fingers crossed for a good die roll!* )