"Your relationship with the gods decides your race?" The idea seemed strange to Arialla. She considered it. "You said Ascended were followers of the Voice ... is that what you are? If it's not an invasive question."
Sam's assurance made Arialla laugh again, a rather bitter chuckle. "I thought Apollo would protect me from strange gods -- and yet here I am."
Seeing the cat brought a smile to Arialla's face, as she followed Sam inside. "Oh, she's beautiful! And clearly adores you."
She sat in one of the armchairs, a little gingerly, filled with an entirely mundane -- and thus rather silly -- nervousness at being a guest in a stranger's home. As a priestess, she was usually more self-assured -- but again, she'd come from a community where everyone knew each other. At home, there were no strangers' homes to be nervous about, because there were no strangers. "If you're willing to give me your clothes ... It's generous of you. Fitting in might help. I can, uh, repay you someday?"
They would probably fit her, too; she and Sam were about the same size.
Sam's assurance made Arialla laugh again, a rather bitter chuckle. "I thought Apollo would protect me from strange gods -- and yet here I am."
Seeing the cat brought a smile to Arialla's face, as she followed Sam inside. "Oh, she's beautiful! And clearly adores you."
She sat in one of the armchairs, a little gingerly, filled with an entirely mundane -- and thus rather silly -- nervousness at being a guest in a stranger's home. As a priestess, she was usually more self-assured -- but again, she'd come from a community where everyone knew each other. At home, there were no strangers' homes to be nervous about, because there were no strangers. "If you're willing to give me your clothes ... It's generous of you. Fitting in might help. I can, uh, repay you someday?"
They would probably fit her, too; she and Sam were about the same size.
