Silently, Si'Wren humbly petitioned this invisible, nameless God that
he might accept her uninstructed worship of him. She prayed that he
would never forsake her. Sworn never to actually speak, she prayed to
him in silence. Unable to actually see him, she often closed her eyes.
Unable to imitate him, knowingly appease him, or observe anything he
might desire, she begged him to pity her and merely accept the fact
that she worshiped him, the Invisible One, the only true and living
God.
One thing she felt sure of. The worship of idols was an act of false,
direst evil. Surely, without a doubt, the Invisible God desired true
worship from her, and not evil idolatry. Si'Wren felt instinctively
that in this must be found true virtue, and thought that she already
had some misty idea of the proper difference between good and evil, but
prayed for perpetual enlightenment in this.
That day, finished with her prayers, Si'Wren turned to an intricately
woven basket on a carved wooden stand laden with ripe fruit, and began
to consume some of it. Preoccupied, she absent-mindedly tilted her head
this way and that as she ate thoughtfully. When she had finished
eating, she sucked the pulp off her fingers, and set the beautiful
basket back on it's stand.
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