Arialla smiled. "Yes, that excuse didn't sit very well with me, either."
Then, again, she grew more solemn. "I will pray for you, and your sister."
She didn't know if Apollo could hear her either, and she had to imagine that if he could, she had quite enough problems of her own to lay at his door without adding others -- but she was a priestess. Her role was to pray on the behalf of others, to intercede with the gods for them.
"Whether Apollo hears me or not, my hopes go with you as well," she added. She returned to smiling as Quanil went on: their goodwill and eagerness to aid her was obvious. "I believe Provost Silversmith and I met, briefly. He was kind to me, and I appreciate his advice. The Loreseekers' Guilt ... what lore do they seek?"
Then, again, she grew more solemn. "I will pray for you, and your sister."
She didn't know if Apollo could hear her either, and she had to imagine that if he could, she had quite enough problems of her own to lay at his door without adding others -- but she was a priestess. Her role was to pray on the behalf of others, to intercede with the gods for them.
"Whether Apollo hears me or not, my hopes go with you as well," she added. She returned to smiling as Quanil went on: their goodwill and eagerness to aid her was obvious. "I believe Provost Silversmith and I met, briefly. He was kind to me, and I appreciate his advice. The Loreseekers' Guilt ... what lore do they seek?"
