Arialla frowned, considering Quanil's question. They appreciated the way they'd phrased it, though -- stuck here for a little bit. If only she could be certain that it would only be for a little bit.
"I'm not sure," she answered. "I'm a priestess, but I don't think joining the priesthood of one of your gods would work when I'm already consecrated to Apollo. It's not really a transferable profession, is it? My father was a fisherman; he trained me in the business a little before I went for the priesthood. I suppose I could take up fishing, over in Torchline. But as much as I love the beach, I've never wanted to follow in my father's footsteps."
The prospect of fishing as a livelihood didn't appeal to her very much -- too much salt and fish guts. But something that let her stay in Torchline, near the water, where things felt a bit more like home, would be nice.
"I'm not sure," she answered. "I'm a priestess, but I don't think joining the priesthood of one of your gods would work when I'm already consecrated to Apollo. It's not really a transferable profession, is it? My father was a fisherman; he trained me in the business a little before I went for the priesthood. I suppose I could take up fishing, over in Torchline. But as much as I love the beach, I've never wanted to follow in my father's footsteps."
The prospect of fishing as a livelihood didn't appeal to her very much -- too much salt and fish guts. But something that let her stay in Torchline, near the water, where things felt a bit more like home, would be nice.
