You're busy dying if you're living in the past

On this day, Crowley had managed to slip away from the Basin and thus leaving Rhiannon in the care of her mother. The Weaver couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort as he stepped out of the Basin and to the more central part of Helovia. Despite the Corporal's disappearance after the birth of their daughter, Crowley didn't doubt Elizabeth's skills as a mother. He had faith that she was smarter than to stray away from the Basin with her and put Rhiannon's life in jeopardy in any way, shape or form, lest she face his fury and feel his wrath.

The reasoning behind his departure had been a simple one; to visit the Veins of the Gods. His last and only trip there had left him with nothing but the memory of the Sun God's annoyance, recalling the angry pillars of flame with clarity. Honestly, Crowley couldn't care less if he had upset the God of fire and flame; how was he to know of return? Of his absence? At that time, the brindle had spent little time in Helovia. His brethren had not yet even received their snowy home in the most northern parts of the land, if his memory served him correctly.

Moonlight had fallen upon his back by the time he reached the Veins, the prime time for the very God he wished to see. Behind him, the tendrils of darkness which had taken to following him had dimmed, but the eerie whispers entangled within them could still be heard if one listened hard enough. Ever since the terrifying encounter that had left the stallion with this strange enigma of darkness, Talbot had been glued to Crowley's side even more so than usual. He did not want to be alone again, and if he could help it, the Weaver wouldn't be disappearing ever again.

Coming to a stop at the shrine of the Moon, Crowley took a moment to consider the negatives he'd heard of the Goddess; how she had aided another group to take the Edge fro the unicorns, and the dark deeds she often send her followers on so that she may grant them their wishes. Exhaling gently, he bowed his head to the shrine; he would display utmost respect in the face of the lady of the night. "Goddess of the Moon," he spoke up, "I ask you grant this mere mortal your presence tonight."

(Crowley would like to upgrade his curse magic to be more powerful. I'm using a VOTG pass for this.)