Your name is shimi. you’re a priestess by lineage.

you’ve been sitting here for an hour or so, waiting for some vaguely divine woman to reappear from wherever she went. or maybe for the angry dragon on the ledge above you to go away so you can just leave. whichever comes first.

when you’re stressed like this, you like to pray. you’re not actually praying to anyone, but if you call it prayer you can get away with doing it during your work hours.