Lisbeth couldn't help but let a little smile touch her lips at the compliment. She was only repeating what her sergeant had taught her. She was still a rookie in many ways. She'd only joined the army recently, in preparation for the war. Her squad considered her to be the least qualified person ever for the job.
Her eyes went wide at the woman's next sentence. "You've spoken to the Gods?" Her arms dropped to her sides, the archery momentarily forgotten. "I pray almost every day at the shrine, and they've never deemed me worthy of speaking to. What...what did they say to you?"
She fingered her arrow, running her thumb along the feathers. If Mort or Vi ever considered her worthy of gracing her with their presence, she might actually die on the spot. Sure, she'd heard stories of people who had met the Gods in person, but she'd never been blessed in such a way.
Maybe, she thought, if she proved herself in the coming war, she would finally earn their attention.
Her eyes went wide at the woman's next sentence. "You've spoken to the Gods?" Her arms dropped to her sides, the archery momentarily forgotten. "I pray almost every day at the shrine, and they've never deemed me worthy of speaking to. What...what did they say to you?"
She fingered her arrow, running her thumb along the feathers. If Mort or Vi ever considered her worthy of gracing her with their presence, she might actually die on the spot. Sure, she'd heard stories of people who had met the Gods in person, but she'd never been blessed in such a way.
Maybe, she thought, if she proved herself in the coming war, she would finally earn their attention.
