Unseen by the villagers, Claire moves freely in her godly form, almost seeming to elegantly glide rather than walk. The only mortals capable of seeing her are babes in arms; when she passes a mother and child, the infant burbles and babbles, cooing at Claire and making her smile.

She enjoys the movement of villages at sunset, and so she sits on top of a hill, able to watch as families come home to one another. It's a habit that persists even hundreds of years later, listening to families at prayer and people asking for any blessing, not picky. She welcomes company; it's always better to sift through echoes with someone, rather than sit alone. At least in her experience.

Often, and in her mundane, human form, Claire visits a very particular place in Solvunn. She's long forgotten why this spot, her former home, was so important. She only knows that in the large garden of wildflowers, Michael's worshippers gather, and where a shrine sits, offerings are left meant for Claire. And so she goes to collect the fresh cut flowers once they overflow from the small statue's base. Then, she walks through villages at random, handing the flowers back out. She even gives them to her fellow divine when she happens to spot them.

"For you. For strength and victory no matter the challenge."