[Molly never speaks freely of the Moonweaver simply because he can't. He pretends to follow the Platinum Dragon and even now, the pendant remains around his neck, hanging just above the green jewel cut into a moonbow so that he has a garish and ostentatious variant of her symbol. He could keep her private, now, spin his fantastical tales about Bahamut and leave it at that, but he's so far from the Empire that it feels wrong to even lie about that when it doesn't even mean anything to most people. He has plenty of lies. He can afford one truth.]

Just the one. Sehanine, The Moonweaver. Lady of Dreams. Champion for the people who live life in the moment and don't get bogged down in technicalities. She's done quite a bit for me. At least I think she has, and that's all religion is, really. Believing a god's gotten you through some shit, whether they have or not.