The idea of speaking to the Voice had never really occurred to Arialla, with her hurt and anger so fresh. She paused to consider it a moment and found that she rather liked it. A chance to demand answers from the goddess who had dragged her from her life, to confront her with her actions ... It probably wasn't a good idea to yell at a goddess, nor could she really expect any remorse from one. But it would make her feel better, as long as she didn't get immediately smote. "Maybe I will speak with her someday."
Osozo's next statement made Arialla's heart quicken in confusion and something like panic. "What do you mean? There's still a version of me at home?"
No one had ever expressed that idea to her before.
please don't take my sunshine away
