Arialla suppressed the answer that she didn't want to speak to one of their gods, she wanted to speak to Apollo, and he liked sacrifices. To be honest, she was a little relieved. Killing animals had always been her least favorite part of her role as a priestess, and usually she had help: she wasn't sure she could drag a lamb or goat to an altar by herself anyway. So if these people didn't want blood on their shrines, she'd stick with that. Fruit or flowers sounded good. Or she might think about what would please Apollo specifically, if her prayer did somehow manage to make it to him. "All right. Thank you for the advice. Though -- I don't know who those gods are."
She noted Sam's somber moment and waited till it had passed, but she couldn't help laughing at his theological views. "Gods aren't gods because they care about us. They're gods because they just are. They created us to serve them, and their power and majesty demand our respect and worship. That they deign to listen to our prayers is just a sign of their generosity."
She noted Sam's somber moment and waited till it had passed, but she couldn't help laughing at his theological views. "Gods aren't gods because they care about us. They're gods because they just are. They created us to serve them, and their power and majesty demand our respect and worship. That they deign to listen to our prayers is just a sign of their generosity."
