What happens to a god whom no one worships?

Wrongness: So, my mom allowed Lucy to go somewhat feral. She's very tolerant of small children, and likes people, but she's half-wild and an accomplished hunter. You can all imagine my dismay, then, when I stopped by the other day to drop off some of Mom's mail and found Lucy with a bell on her collar. A bell! On a hunter! I'm not sure how to broach the topic with her, as I'm terrified of static appearing in our lines of communication, but Lucy seems miserable.

On the other hand, Landsknecht was a pleasant, quiet event. We camped between two treelines, thus avoiding the worst of the heat. There was music, food, drink, and friendship. I found Heather's first garb. A few spider bites left me sleepy today.


My body is an abandoned temple.

Edit: Lucy got a bell because she brought a live chipmunk into the house and it ran around a lot and she killed it on the rug. Bell is acceptable.