"This land is very fertile, but it seems to lack effective crop rotation and composting techniques. The Goddess Reya has granted us the wisdom of harvest, and I hope to share it with everyone."
After that, the simple Reya shrine that Sister Eira carried with her (a wooden carving of a cornucopia, wheat ears, and domestic fowl) was quickly set up in a corner of the abandoned granary. There was no compulsory worship, but every dawn, when Eira ground herbs there or taught farming, that calm, focused figure and the herbal fragrance permeating the air themselves formed a new, vibrant "Holy Land," silently drawing the villagers in—especially those women and elders tormented by illness and yearning to improve their livelihood.
And after a period of exchanges, the villagers also came to understand a little about the two Churches newly arrived in the village.
