Viriato, shaking, prostrated himself. "Great Mother. Our world is dying. The sun has cursed us. Send rain." spanish diosa!

"A story?"

"But we are your children!" Viriato cried. "We leave you offerings of black lambs and the first wine of the harvest." Viriato, shaking, prostrated himself

Spanish | Diosa! [better]

Viriato, shaking, prostrated himself. "Great Mother. Our world is dying. The sun has cursed us. Send rain."

"A story?"

"But we are your children!" Viriato cried. "We leave you offerings of black lambs and the first wine of the harvest."