When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Shrugging at Gideon's question, Alina lifted herself off the ground. "I don't know how to answer that." Frowning, she glanced over her shoulder at her wings, considering them. "Much farther and faster than I can walk." Beyond that she couldn't say: she'd never tested how far she could fly in a single session, let alone over a longer period of time.
Looking back at the priest as he laughed, she pressed her lips into a line. She physically couldn't lie to him, so that was as good as he was going to get. Still, her eyes widened as he revealed he'd met Ludo. "What was it like?" The question slipped out before she had a chance to think about it.
Mouth parting at his explanation, she frowned slightly. "I have met other priests and priestesses of the old gods and they lacked such privileges. What makes you so special?"
Looking back at the priest as he laughed, she pressed her lips into a line. She physically couldn't lie to him, so that was as good as he was going to get. Still, her eyes widened as he revealed he'd met Ludo. "What was it like?" The question slipped out before she had a chance to think about it.
Mouth parting at his explanation, she frowned slightly. "I have met other priests and priestesses of the old gods and they lacked such privileges. What makes you so special?"
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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