12-29-2014, 01:26 AM
"My parents were the same," Pentheus giggled, sorting out the food with a fond smile. "They were both extremely devout, but my mother was the one who took me to pray at the temples when I was younger while my father was off working. I'm godly because of them; I feel it best if I continue worshiping and praying on their behalf since they're no longer able to."
Pursing his lips, he glanced at Alexander over his shoulder. "My parents and I used to pray to Ares more often than the others when my father was in the military," he admitted quietly. "We would ask him to protect my father and the rest of the troops before they set out on a journey -- he always came home safe and sound, so we would visit his temple quite often and bring offerings as thanks. But once my parents died, I couldn't find the heart to continue the practice." With a small shrug, he went to fetch a knife and cutting board for the meat, careful not to bump into anything with his swollen belly. "Why do you ask?"
Pursing his lips, he glanced at Alexander over his shoulder. "My parents and I used to pray to Ares more often than the others when my father was in the military," he admitted quietly. "We would ask him to protect my father and the rest of the troops before they set out on a journey -- he always came home safe and sound, so we would visit his temple quite often and bring offerings as thanks. But once my parents died, I couldn't find the heart to continue the practice." With a small shrug, he went to fetch a knife and cutting board for the meat, careful not to bump into anything with his swollen belly. "Why do you ask?"