Catherine slung a cloth bag over her shoulder and headed for the door.
"I'm going to church."
Flin, lounging by the window, raised an eyebrow. "God of Wind, as usual?"
She nodded without looking back.
Coyote blinked. "Wait—God of Wind? I thought there were only two gods. The Sun God and the Moon God."
Catherine paused, turned slowly, then gave him a look like he'd just asked whether fire was wet.
"Well duh, everyone knows about them. They're the big ones. But below them? Come the demigods. Maybe hundreds we know. Probably hundreds more we don't."
Flin chimed in, "Most are tied to elements, trades, even emotions. You'll find gods of dust, war, dreams, harvest, silence... and probably socks."
Coyote scratched his head. "Then why the wind one?"
Catherine shrugged. "Because I like wind. Because I move a lot. Because sometimes I need help when I run. Praying to gods isn't just rituals. They can lend you their power when you need it—if they think you're worth it."
She opened the door. "This is basic stuff, Coyote. Even an elementary kid knows it."
Then she left.
The wind outside howled softly, as if laughing at him.
Coyote glanced at Flin. "Okay, real question. Do these gods... actually help?"
Flin gave him a slow smirk. "Only when you stop being a dumbass."
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