Your Obedient Servant

Ingrid

“You know... were your soul to be attuned to my own, you could possess wings like that. Could find yourself in the body of a unicorn if you so chose...”

Perhaps the Goddess was speaking figuratively, but even so, Ingrid didn't want to be a unicorn if she had to sever her ties to the Gods.

"My Lady, your kindness knows no bounds, but there is nothing better you could give me than your presence. I do not seek to possess any power, but I do have a question, if you'll hear it: before the ascended were created, was it common for the Accepted that served you to become the Attuned?" Ingrid could feel the tug of her channeling on her soul. Why would the Goddess want her to give that up except to keep her from joining the ascended? Would becoming Attuned truly bring her spirit closer to Safrin's?

Then, as Safrin's emotion radiated through her mind, guilt settled in Ingrid's stomach: I made her sad, didn't I? But Ingrid couldn't hide her shock when she heard what Safrin said next. "The voice brought me here? Touched my soul?" Her guilt was replaced by fear. Why would the voice want her in Caido? And could the false deity have really removed any mark of the Moon?

Finally, Ingrid gave Safrin a sad smile. "Thank you, my Lady." She was silent for a while. "Do you..." she ventured finally, "do you have a favorite flower, Lady Safrin? I could find some and make candles for people to light here."

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