[Chiron doesn't even dare look in Fiore's direction. This is her own ritual, and so that demands the deepest respect. He cannot, should not, and never will interrupt a devotion so deeply personal.
There's clouds that pass overhead, sped along by a sudden uptick in the wind. That catches Chiron's attention, and he smiles very thinly as the leaves of the trees waver in the wind. That's an omen. That's an acceptance of an offering.]
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There's clouds that pass overhead, sped along by a sudden uptick in the wind. That catches Chiron's attention, and he smiles very thinly as the leaves of the trees waver in the wind. That's an omen. That's an acceptance of an offering.]