Arialla blushed and nodded. "She is beautiful, and ..."
She hesitated, trying to think how to express her feelings: the warm feeling that came from earning the regard not only of a beautiful woman but of a goddess, who had seen centuries of mortals come and go and still, somehow, had time to compliment her.
And then there was Raza's other comment: Arialla shook her head, trying for a smile, though she didn't exactly feel one. But of course Safrin would never value Arialla the way Arialla valued her: that was not the relationship between a goddess and her worshiper. "I would be highly honored if she did."
Sighing, Arialla finished her drink and pushed her stool back from the bar. "I should be going. Thank you for the drinks, and the conversation."
please don't take my sunshine away
