[ The poor jogger is caught unawares by the horrid little statue of a girl, goddesshood too apparent for anyone's mortal gaze, it seems. She huffs slightly, a sound like bark being brushed by wind, and shifts only ever so slightly to try an see the damage, if there's any. ]
no subject
Didn't come to offer tithes, then.
[ There's that. ]
You're right. I was not here before.