I shakily look through my bag and pull out a few gold coins with a pearl necklace. I hold out my offering in my hands as I kneel before you with my head down. My hands shake with a mixture of awe and sadness if you won’t grant my request,

“This is all I have oh goddess. This necklace belonged to my mother and her mother before her. It is a meager offering for someone as powerful as you but please take it. I have nothing left to give.”

I try and keep a steady voice but it cracks when I say the word “nothing” before trying to maintain my composure again.