You sit back farther on the fallen tree. She laughs lightly, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. We worship the Lord and Lady - the God and Goddess. You look at her and nod slowly. Draiton shakes her head, then looks to you with a smile.
Some pagans are.
Some are not. You look at her, not understanding. She gets up and places her hand on the bark of a nearby tree. You nod, wondering to yourself what this has to do with paganism. You think about this for a moment, then nod.