"I spoke to Safrin," Arialla said, thinking back to that conversation, which still weighed on her mind. "She wasn't what I expected -- not like the gods of my own world."
And how would Arialla answer the questions Safrin had posed? What did she want to do? Should she swear herself to the service of a new god, or try to find a life of her own? Fight the Voice, or let the past go? Arialla knew she had to have a clearer idea of what she wanted before she spoke to Safrin -- or any god -- again. But she had no idea what it was.
"Sometimes I think seeing things that remind me of home just hurts more," Arialla admitted. "But it is nice to have a place that's familiar, where I don't feel so ... adrift."
please don't take my sunshine away
