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"So you want me to be the High Priestess, but you don't want me to get high? Doesn't make a whole lotta sense, but it works for me. I can still drink," she said.
Ingrid kicked the snow, sending up a little puff of it. "Council. Wow, okay. Don't expect me to talk fancy like Zariah, but I can do festivals. And faith. The Voice and the Ascended are scary as shit, so I can definitely understand where people are coming from. I mean biting? Really? Fucking gross."
She stood silently for a minute. Wasn't she forgetting something? "Oh shit, right. Thank you. This really means a lot, Neron."
