Seren
Poor Iris. The girl that smiled at her from down the row of pews was much more dangerous than zelots or blasphemers. She was talking to a true believer, and who knew what those were capable of. Seren huffed a quiet laugh, her eyes glittering with suppressed mischief. Should she tell her fellow recruit who her mother was? It was tempting, if only to see her reaction.
"Is it still blasphemy if it's true?" she ventured instead, intrigued by the other girl's flexible intellect. "I can't speak for the gods, but some might enjoy the idea of being in charge more than others." Crowns and large temples full of glittering candles seemed just the sort of thing her divine progenitor might approve of. Perhaps Seren should bring Safrin a crown the next time she visited, as a gift.
"Nice to meet you, Siri. And thank you. Do you have one, too?" Glancing about the church, Seren hoped she hadn't missed anything she ought to have noticed. Lack of attention to details might get her killed, some day.
"Is it still blasphemy if it's true?" she ventured instead, intrigued by the other girl's flexible intellect. "I can't speak for the gods, but some might enjoy the idea of being in charge more than others." Crowns and large temples full of glittering candles seemed just the sort of thing her divine progenitor might approve of. Perhaps Seren should bring Safrin a crown the next time she visited, as a gift.
"Nice to meet you, Siri. And thank you. Do you have one, too?" Glancing about the church, Seren hoped she hadn't missed anything she ought to have noticed. Lack of attention to details might get her killed, some day.
I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
