Arialla took a couple deep breaths as her brain started working again. All right, he wasn't going to immediately attack her. Excellent. Now that she was starting to move out of complete panic, she did note Samuel's less-than-intimidating appearance and felt a little more at ease for it. He was no taller than she was and didn't exactly look like a hardened bandit.
"Samuel." Before answering his question, she took a good look around. Not a pleasant place she'd ended up, with the brutal spire and blasted earth: she came to the only logical conclusion. "This is hell, isn't it? What have I done to end up here? How have I so displeased the gods?"
Her eyes actually filled with tears at the thought. She'd believed she was doing so well, that Apollo loved her -- to suddenly wind up here, in such total disfavor, felt devastating.
Struggling not to cry, she turned her attention to Samuel's question: "Arialla. My name is Arialla."
Unless, of course, she'd suddenly become someone else ... She looked down at herself. Nope, same flat chest and toned, slightly gangly limbs: she was still Arialla.
"Samuel." Before answering his question, she took a good look around. Not a pleasant place she'd ended up, with the brutal spire and blasted earth: she came to the only logical conclusion. "This is hell, isn't it? What have I done to end up here? How have I so displeased the gods?"
Her eyes actually filled with tears at the thought. She'd believed she was doing so well, that Apollo loved her -- to suddenly wind up here, in such total disfavor, felt devastating.
Struggling not to cry, she turned her attention to Samuel's question: "Arialla. My name is Arialla."
Unless, of course, she'd suddenly become someone else ... She looked down at herself. Nope, same flat chest and toned, slightly gangly limbs: she was still Arialla.
