"Something that I want to keep for myself but sacrifice to her ..." Arialla's hand went automatically to the golden necklace at her throat, her last visible connection to home. No, she certainly wouldn't be offering that to Safrin. She doubted the goddess would appreciate receiving the sacred symbol of another god, anyway. Then Arialla smiled at Jigano. "Yes, I think I can do that. I'll just have to keep an eye out."
She'd planned to do some beachcombing anyway, so she could probably find something -- though she could see already that she'd fret over making sure her offering was adequate.
Arialla nodded, though she didn't love the idea of working in a bar -- a latent snobbery that she'd never discovered in herself before. She wouldn't mind carrying firewood, though. "I can do that. I was planning to beachcomb a bit, actually, to see if I could find something for trade ... though I do have to wonder if shells and such are considered valuable here."
She'd planned to do some beachcombing anyway, so she could probably find something -- though she could see already that she'd fret over making sure her offering was adequate.
Arialla nodded, though she didn't love the idea of working in a bar -- a latent snobbery that she'd never discovered in herself before. She wouldn't mind carrying firewood, though. "I can do that. I was planning to beachcomb a bit, actually, to see if I could find something for trade ... though I do have to wonder if shells and such are considered valuable here."
