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   At first glance, or even in simple conversation, you wouldn’t really know that Lira’s all that religious, but she is. It’s a private part of her life that she only shares with people she knows well ( like Skeitan, who understands devotion to a higher power ) , not out of shame or anything like that, but because she’s not in the habit of sharing personal details ( beliefs included ) with strangers or acquaintances, and her relationship with her gods is exactly that. Personal. 

   All the blessings bestowed upon her thus far are their doing and she gives thanks and asks for guidance wherever possible. In the Skyrim universe, she’s an avid worshiper of Hircine, Lira’s probably as close to a Champion of Hircine as you can get. She leaves him sacrifices every blood moon and hunts in his name each time she shifts, there’s nothing that makes her feel more alive than the thrill of a hunt, so it’s no surprise that she’s among the few who looks forward to life after death in his Hunting Grounds. I don’t doubt that her devotion and natural drive will make her one of his best hunters when he finally comes to claim her. It’s because of this that she’s not afraid of dying, what awaits her will be just as glorious as the life she’s carved out for herself, the only thing she fears is disappointing those she holds in high regards.

  She also pays her respects to Ysgramor, Talos and Mara anytime she passes by one of their shrines but Hircine holds the biggest portion of her faith.

  Outside of Skyrim, and because pretty much everything about the Nord’s in game is modeled after the Norse people in reality, her faith lies in the Norse Pantheon. She’ll pray to whichever god she needs assistance from the most. As a werewolf, she tends to *talk to Máni the most, mostly out of habit because she is nocturnal after all, but also because the moon is obviously her biggest source of power. ( *I say ‘ talk to’ in the sense that she’ll sit outside under the stars and speak at  him. Magni is the only god she’s ever physically spoken to in the flesh, the others just show their listening in subtle ways on occasion. It’s more the feeling of a presence than an actual response. )

  Everything that gives her strength, not just the gods, however, she pays tribute to, Lira’s very self aware, she knows her gifts weren’t an accident and that fate plays as much a hand in her past, present, and future, as the choices she makes.

   “ —My brother used to say if you are exceptionally skilled in a certain trade you should never perform your services for free, but there is no shame in following a path of your own making. Coin or otherwise.” The greatest benefit of a life such as this one was the freedom to choose after all. “ He was also known to take what did not belong to him, so perhaps he is not the best example.“ Yet she smirks, regardless of her brother’s questionable morality, fondly reminiscing of days seemingly longer and far simpler. What mischief was the Captain of The Requiem getting himself into now ? There was nothing she would not sacrifice to know. To hear of his adventures from his own mouth.

   “ ---No.”  Her jaw clenches and something within her snaps in response to his dismissal of not only her, but her concerns. He was free to gamble with his life as much as he wanted, get eaten by frost trolls, she didn’t give a damn, but Brynjolf in his current state was an entirely different story. “ Why does everything have to be so one sided with you ?! ” It was infuriating, and she was having a hell of a time controlling the volume of her voice, and the rising urge to spill blood, his temper matched only by her own. “ What you think of me is of little consequence, “ She didn’t need his respect nor his approval, “—….but I will not let you take it out on him. “  

    Towering above him like a saber ready to pounce she snatches the papers strewn atop his desk, that apparently, were infinitely more interesting to him than making eye contact with her. Shoddy bastard. How could he be so god damned heartless? 

     The line dividing the two was thin, and Lira was embarrassed to admit that was the very reason she now stood before the Arch-Mage. She was in desperate need of control, the fiery hold impulse and resentment had on her heart had caused more harm than young Nord knew how to manage. The next time irrational anger set off the only magic her mother had passed on it might be more than her mentor’s home that went up in flames.

             “ —–Could you…I mean, would you… help me harness this properly ? “