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Kreah alludes to Kayram having once helped Jaisi plant his garden, and I thought it would be fun to write that scene!

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The prayer didn’t come from the main temple. That was what attracted Kayram’s attention. Once she was in Trikhar, it took her a few minutes to track down where it came from: a small house with a sprawling, half-planted garden around it.

She picked her way through—whoever had planted this garden hadn’t left a path—and poked her head into the house.

Inside, a mortal who was dressed like a man but looked like a boy had his head bent over a small, clumsy recreation of an alcove, a dried snipping of barely inside. With his hands cupped over his eyes, he didn’t see her enter.

She was probably supposed to make a grand, regal entrance, but she was grinning too hard to look imposing. Instead, she just said “Hello” to the top of the man’s head,

He looked up, and his jaw dropped. He extended both arms to her, then thought better of it and dropped into a bow. “Kreah Kayram.”

“Did you make that?” Kayram asked, pointing at his tiny alcove.

When he straightened up, he was blushing. “I’m sorry. I can’t always make it to the temple, so I—“

“It’s all right,” Kayram promised him. “I think it’s nice.”

He blushed deeper and grinned, half-hiding it beneath his hand. “Thank you, Kreah,” he said breathlessly.

“Now, why do you want my help?” Kayram prompted. She was always ready to get last the groveling part of these encounters.

The man tugged at his hair. “Nothing especially important. I hoped you would give this season’s harvest your blessing.”

“Do you have a spare trowel?”

A long pause. “Excuse me?”

Kayram grinning. “I would love to helo you plant. That would be a bigger help than a blessing, right?”

“I—um—many thanks, Kreah.” He bowed again. “I only have one trowel, but I’ll ask my neighbor to lend me one—if you don’t mind waiting?”

“Not at all.”

He darted out the door.

While he was away, Kayram examined his tiny alcove. With closer examination, it was clearly meant to be hers. He’d even oriented it in the same direction as her alcove in the temple.

Kayram grinned. She wondered if other mortals had tiny temples like this to other Kreah, or if this kid had been the first. And he’d dedicated it to her.

The man was back in the doorway faster than she’d expected, out of breath and holding a slightly rusty trowel. He beamed and handed it to her, tied up his hair, and bolted out the door to his garden, still babbling his thanks.

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