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Just almost.

Fine, fine, you didn't say anything.

Well, enjoy the view. I gotta get going.

Oh, hey, wait up!

What is it this time?

You...

Hey, you're a tourist, right?

Kjeragandr's statue's getting officially unveiled right here the day after tomorrow, in the morning.

If you're still in Kjerag, you won't wanna miss it!

Now you're just talking to yourself.

Who knows what's gonna happen in two days? Makes no difference looking at it today.

Of course it makes a difference!

The Saintess is officiating the ceremony herself! You might even get to see Kjeragandr in spirit!

You... say, what's your name?

Rosalind.

Full name.

Ty nevynosima...

(Ursine) Rosalind Tatyanovna Larina.

Alright, Rosalind, I'll make this official!

I, Sciurus Browntail, formally invite Rosalind Tatyanovna Larina to attend the unveiling ceremony for Kjeragandr's statue that takes place in two day's time!

Then you'll know that this Kjeragandr is special. There's no other like Her.

You sure are confident.

Well, I guess I'll look forward to it.

Wait, I haven't given you the invitation letter yet!

Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?

Sciurus, younger sister of the Browntail Matriarch. Frequently visits other countries on behalf of Kjerag, in recent years.

Did she arrange for Rosalind to be here?

I should find a way to eavesdrop...

Sir, you've been standing in front of my stall holding that newspaper of yours for five minutes.

I need you to buy something, or move out of the way.

Oh, pardon me. One burdenbeast milk tea au lait, please.

Alright, I guess that takes care of that bitch Ratatos's job.

Makes no sense... why do I have to keep an eye on a some kid? Even talk to her, no less?

Gotta say, though, the girl looks slightly familiar...

Rus?

Are you sure you don't need my help?

Yucatan!

Leave it to me. I got this.

Let's go. I want Ratatos to tell me what the deal is with that Rosalind girl!

Come, Rosalind, let's learn how to pray to Kjeragandr.

Close your eyes, put your hands before your chest, and call out Kjeragandr's name silently in your heart...

Good job, Rosalind.

You're Mama and Papa's sweetheart, Rosalind.

Mama could never regret giving birth to you, no matter what people might say.

May Kjeragandr bless...

The Kjeragandr looks even bigger up close.

So that's what She looks like.

Hm...

Pray... to Kjeragandr...

What did Mamochka teach me again?

No, I can't remember. I mean, it all happened before I was three.

I guess I should start praying—

Close my eyes... what do I do with my hands again?

Stretch your right palm out flat and place it before your chest.

In Kjeragandr's presence, we close our eyes that do not truly see, and bow our overly proud heads.

Drive stray thoughts from our minds, and recite Kjeragandr's name in our hearts.

Come, child, after me.

Okay!

Leto closes her eyes again.

Her vision goes dark, but her senses seem to vastly expand in an instant.

Behind her, the old devotee begins to praise Kjeragandr's name in his raspy voice.

Kjeragandr, grant us springs that quench our thirst, and fruit that sates our hunger.

Kjeragandr, grant us ice and snow that freeze Catastrophe.

Kind and gentle Kjeragandr, watch over us and Kjerag.

The sensation of wind brushing past her cheeks seems to grow with the chanting, the snowy wind roaring in her ear.

A sense of familiarity, rising from a place that Leto does not know, takes her down memory lane.

(Kjeragandr...)

(I'm not your follower, and I don't need your blessing.)

(But if you really do protect your believers, please, protect Mamochka.)

(I wouldn't have come if she didn't ask me to.)

Hm, no, that's not good enough.

What?

Kjeragandr!

Kjeragandr—!

Please, protect my mother! She's a devout follower of yours!

She told me how great Kjerag is! I'll see how great it is for myself!

What's that about?

Is that what Kjerag prayers are like?

Phew...

Ok, that's good.

What are you doing, girl?

Praying, of course.

I mean, it's better to pray aloud, isn't it? Make sure Kjeragandr can hear me.

Uh...

Don't want to leave behind any regrets, you know!

Oh, and thanks for teaching me!

Well, I suppose Kjeragandr is hardly one to be picky about petty details...

No need to thank me.

Kjeragandr sounds like a pretty nice lady!

Just like you, batyushka.

Leto removes her hand from her chest and takes one last look at the imposing Kjeragandr statue, before turning around to descend the steps.

The old devotee sees her face clearly for the first time.

The visage before his eyes, under the sunlight...

The curves of her cheeks, the height of her nose, the shape of her lips...

A sense of familiarity washes over the old man.

It's... you... You're...

What?

No, it's nothing...

I've seen plenty of tourists in my time, but no one who's done what you did.

Really? Did I do something weird?