"I see." Arialla tapped her hand on her leg, thinking. Humble and respectful but not groveling -- yes, she thought she could manage that. She had been a priestess, after all; she had some practice at maintaining her own dignity while also glorifying a god. "That does make sense; thank you."
But "love," that felt a little more difficult. Arialla loved her own god, Apollo. She could love Safrin, in time, she suspected -- but considering that her entire goal was to leave Safrin's domain forever, it seemed a fool's errand for either of them to get attached to each other.
"Someone called her 'jealous' once," Arialla said, choosing not to name Jigano as the source of that less-than-flattering evaluation. "I used to serve another god, back home. Will she mind?"
But "love," that felt a little more difficult. Arialla loved her own god, Apollo. She could love Safrin, in time, she suspected -- but considering that her entire goal was to leave Safrin's domain forever, it seemed a fool's errand for either of them to get attached to each other.
"Someone called her 'jealous' once," Arialla said, choosing not to name Jigano as the source of that less-than-flattering evaluation. "I used to serve another god, back home. Will she mind?"
