laying in her bed during another sigil's night, Jall gathers her thoughts about the cult of the great hunger. and her mind goes to the numbers of those who get entwined more and more by such cult, their beliefs redirected, their numbers growing, their convinction spreading, the ritual suicides, the flows of power that such implies...the enforcing of a certain reality...the great hunger's nature is still unveiled, but the rituals, cult and that woman, an harbinger maybe, speak of something akin to a god?
not her field, but something she grasped. if belief feeds and propels a moon, maybe it can slow or stop it as well? the chain of downfall must be broken.
But so immense it is...maybe her thought makes no sense at all. she must speaks to the others, soon.
She turns off the lantern, glances outside the window, and tries to sleep. Unlikely she'll manage to, her mind warily watchfull
belief in the end
