Arialla nodded, though she frowned. Snow ... it was yet another mark of how foreign this place was -- she found reminders of it everywhere she looked. And yet there would be some novelty to it, she supposed, some interest in such a new experience.
"Oh, Apollo is my god," Arialla explained. It felt strange to have to tell someone a fact that had simply been common knowledge all her life. "Lord of light, healing, and music. I don't believe he actually wanted my shoes to pinch; I think that was just the cobbler's excuse for doing a poor job."
Another frown. Gently, she asked, "How long has your sister been missing?"
"Oh, Apollo is my god," Arialla explained. It felt strange to have to tell someone a fact that had simply been common knowledge all her life. "Lord of light, healing, and music. I don't believe he actually wanted my shoes to pinch; I think that was just the cobbler's excuse for doing a poor job."
Another frown. Gently, she asked, "How long has your sister been missing?"
