"They do know, but many are afraid of it. Martyrs come from a love of something." Maybe it's a cause or a city or a people. Or one specific person they'd give up everything for. So Mara would know that their dominions cross over. It's just different ways of approaching what is in the heart. Jesper connects to a lot of dominions, and he's sometimes prayed to over the same needs as others. Mara's own have spoken his name more than once.

He steps in front of Mara to block his view of the Witchwoods but that's solely to get his attention, one of the things Jesper loves most in the world. Everyone's eyes on him. He steals a kiss from him, caressing fingers through the vivid red hair. Hundreds of years and he still likes a taste from those lips when he gets a chance.

"How are you, my dearest? Do you plan on coming to my festival, it's only a few days away." Jesper invites everyone every year. Many gods do show up, either to say hello and enjoy the party, or to stay afterward for the lustful half of it. The village does the same, although most stay for the orgy. It's the point of the festival rites.

He knows not everyone feels comfortable with the type of joy that comes from such events though. It can be overwhelming.