Your Obedient Servant

Ahhh well. Her tempt was unsuccessful, but that was alright. There were years ahead of Ingrid within which the goddess might bind her soul to the old ways. Raising a brow softly, Safrin nodded. "Of course. It is common now, even. Mort and Vi value choice. Freedom. And so it was that the accepted were made with souls untouched by godly hands as it were. Created by Vi of course and heralded by me, but still at a distance." The goddess shrugged softly from where she sat. "We come to you like the the lost and lonely souls that you are, untethered in this world of magic." 'She did indeed. It is because of her that there are any Outlanders at all." The goddess explained. Ingrid's question made the deity pause, before she nodded with a soft smile. "Indeed I do, though you won't find any around here. It is called an orchid cactus, with white-violet blooms that only come out when the stars are overhead." There was a land where they grew in number, but it was to the east of Halo, just south of the mountains. Safrin