[ Blake stoops to pick up a long twig from the side of the road. Is she going to poke it with a stick? Yes. Yes, she is.
Except when the end of the stick gets a few inches away from the shrine, she starts to feel a burn in her forearm again. Not as bad as the first time, but something she's almost certain is a warning. She pushes through it, and knocks one of the offerings onto the ground, where she's able to pick it up. It's a little figurine, a roughly made humanoid of twigs and straw. ]
Well, I didn't feel anything else getting burned into my skin, so that's a success.
[ Blake gently puts the figurine back onto the shrine. She doesn't need it, and she'd feel bad that someone's effort went to waste. A person out there made this with love, or hope, or desperation. She doesn't need to steal it. As the light emanating from the shrine hits her fingers, though, the formless hunger in her stomach roars to life, gnawing and furious. Blake jerks her hand back, cradling it to her chest. ]
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Except when the end of the stick gets a few inches away from the shrine, she starts to feel a burn in her forearm again. Not as bad as the first time, but something she's almost certain is a warning. She pushes through it, and knocks one of the offerings onto the ground, where she's able to pick it up. It's a little figurine, a roughly made humanoid of twigs and straw. ]
Well, I didn't feel anything else getting burned into my skin, so that's a success.
[ Blake gently puts the figurine back onto the shrine. She doesn't need it, and she'd feel bad that someone's effort went to waste. A person out there made this with love, or hope, or desperation. She doesn't need to steal it. As the light emanating from the shrine hits her fingers, though, the formless hunger in her stomach roars to life, gnawing and furious. Blake jerks her hand back, cradling it to her chest. ]
On second thought-- [ She cringes. ] --bad idea.