Tears rose to Arialla's eyes and she blinked them back. Hearing that she couldn't reach out to her god here -- it almost felt like being ripped from her family all over again. And what of the blessing she'd earned? Would that fade away now that she was beyond Apollo's sight? She wrapped her arms around herself tightly. "I don't believe you. There has to be some way ... Is there somewhere I can go to pray? A temple, consecrated ground?"
She altered her path slightly to pass through a patch of sunlight, feeling its comforting warmth on her skin, and tilted her head back, looking toward the sun in the sky. The sight of it comforted her. Where the sun shone, Apollo could see her.
Honestly, Arialla preferred speaking of the gods than facing actual, practical concerns. She was a priestess; the divine was her life -- and finding somewhere to live felt too much like admitting that she would be here for some time.
"Why do the Old Gods oppose your goddess?"
She altered her path slightly to pass through a patch of sunlight, feeling its comforting warmth on her skin, and tilted her head back, looking toward the sun in the sky. The sight of it comforted her. Where the sun shone, Apollo could see her.
Honestly, Arialla preferred speaking of the gods than facing actual, practical concerns. She was a priestess; the divine was her life -- and finding somewhere to live felt too much like admitting that she would be here for some time.
"Why do the Old Gods oppose your goddess?"
