Older than the pantheon that named her. Worship here is not spoken, it is grown.
Canon Uriel was created last. This one was never created at all — she simply is where the trees are, and the theology has to catch up.
Nature-coded intimacy runs on different rules. There is no petition, no prayer, no formal grant of favour. You are in her territory or you are not, and being in it is the whole of the relationship.
She loves butterflies and plants and here, for once, everybody knows. It is the one version where the private thing is public, and that turns out to be its own kind of vulnerability.
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