Always asking why

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Lily considers the statement for a moment. “Well…  I suppose that’s because where I come from, religion is political. A reason to exclude and persecute anyone different.” Those are the parts she’d never liked about the Christians - well, that and their prying, puritanical eyes. Her tone turned dark, ever so briefly, but she manages to shake the feeling and move on. Her face remains turns upward, towards the star-draped Goddess, pale skin radiant in her light. “I like the idea of that. Life. I can see why Amalia is yours.” But then of course, there is the tradition of her trade, which she’s only recently come to realize could be left behind in favor of something a bit more… truly entertaining.  She could fuck whenever she wants to, with whomever she wants to. She could pick her partners not for their purse, but for their penis personality. Her sexuality cannot be denied, though Deepfrost and LongNight seem to have dampened it for the time being. “And what if we are drawn to more than one? Would you be angry?” What if it isn’t in her nature to be monogamous? What if she’s… more of the sharing type? But genuinely, honest-to-God(s) want to follow both? merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye