Arialla nodded. "We would have considered this place sacred, perhaps, a place to commune with its maker ..."
Nobody had really asked much about Arialla's home before. She didn't realize until the stranger spoke how much she wanted someone to. It hurt to think about, but -- someone ought to care, who she had been. Where she had come from. "Armenistris, on Ikaria, in the Aegean Sea."
The names would't mean anything to the stranger, she knew. But it helped to say them, to remember that she had a heritage, a home. Out there somewhere. Even if she could never go back. "It's a small fishing town, the kind where everyone knows everyone else. Torchline reminds me of it, a little -- the shore, the fishing boats. But it's very different, too."
please don't take my sunshine away
