[When you can't bring your spiritual devotional materials with you to another home, you just have to make do with what you can make up. That seems to be the philosophy Maya has been living by in all her years at Ryslig, doubly so with the creation of the Shrine at lake Dala.
The mysterious bone-and-coral arrangement hangs mounted to a tree in the thicket by the lake, not immediately imposing or noticeable. But when Maya is there, she places coral and pearls and incense or other burnt offerings, and in lieu of bells or her phone playing the integral tones for mediating, the mermaid is able to sing the tones herself. She knows it's enough to make the shrine's presence known— but perhaps that isn't always a bad thing.
And besides, if anyone approaches, her voice will help her identify anyone approaching before they get too close.
So Maya sits confidently before her shrine, where a recently-made drawing of Mia and Pearl together is set, in meditation. She doesn't always sing, but this time she has taken to it, her voice carrying along the plumes of incense in long, solid, clear notes. Pearls lay in her lap, the offering of her own emotion to her new god.
She isn't expecting the scent of her incense to be on Giorno's path between Bavan and the Hill House— perhaps it's simply fate. Should the sound and smell catch Giorno's attention, he won't have much trouble finding Maya and the shark-bone shrine amongst the lake's trees.]
Mid-October, post-camprrivals
The mysterious bone-and-coral arrangement hangs mounted to a tree in the thicket by the lake, not immediately imposing or noticeable. But when Maya is there, she places coral and pearls and incense or other burnt offerings, and in lieu of bells or her phone playing the integral tones for mediating, the mermaid is able to sing the tones herself. She knows it's enough to make the shrine's presence known— but perhaps that isn't always a bad thing.
And besides, if anyone approaches, her voice will help her identify anyone approaching before they get too close.
So Maya sits confidently before her shrine, where a recently-made drawing of Mia and Pearl together is set, in meditation. She doesn't always sing, but this time she has taken to it, her voice carrying along the plumes of incense in long, solid, clear notes. Pearls lay in her lap, the offering of her own emotion to her new god.
She isn't expecting the scent of her incense to be on Giorno's path between Bavan and the Hill House— perhaps it's simply fate. Should the sound and smell catch Giorno's attention, he won't have much trouble finding Maya and the shark-bone shrine amongst the lake's trees.]