"This goddess, this Voice, brought me here to ... help her?" Arialla supposed she should be flattered. It sounded like the beginning of a godly quest. Except she already had a god, and a life, and she'd been happy. And if the Voice wanted her help so badly, why hadn't she actually spoken to Arialla? Arialla knew that the gods did not typically request things -- they ordered. But still, the Voice could have at least given Arialla some warning. "Help her how?"
She was a priestess, not a hero, and she didn't know that she wanted to turn her worship to this Voice anyway -- she found that she had no desire to raise songs of praise to a goddess who had ripped her from her life. Besides, Lord Apollo would be jealous, and he might even retract his blessing from her. That would be even worse.
She was a priestess, not a hero, and she didn't know that she wanted to turn her worship to this Voice anyway -- she found that she had no desire to raise songs of praise to a goddess who had ripped her from her life. Besides, Lord Apollo would be jealous, and he might even retract his blessing from her. That would be even worse.
