Arialla smiled, blushing a little. "They were ceremonial, designed to honor Apollo. We wear -- wore -- more practical things, usually."
She wasn't sure if it would be appropriate to wear holy raiment for a secular occasion, actually, but she didn't want to shoot down Sam's idea. Not when she could see that he was trying to bring her some comfort. And putting on the robes again might indeed comfort her -- at the very least she would certainly wear them to the shrine, when she went to pray. While she planned on trading away her gilded sandals for a more pragmatic choice of footwear, she'd like to keep her robes, as a reminder of home. And nothing would part her from her necklace, a sacred talisman of Apollo.
Sam's embarrassment made her chuckle, but she let him off the hook with no more than that: to tease him too heavily would poorly repay his generosity. Then she took note of the name Sam gave, committing it to memory. "Amalia. Yes, I'd like to learn more about the gods here. Do you know where I could find her?"
She wasn't sure if it would be appropriate to wear holy raiment for a secular occasion, actually, but she didn't want to shoot down Sam's idea. Not when she could see that he was trying to bring her some comfort. And putting on the robes again might indeed comfort her -- at the very least she would certainly wear them to the shrine, when she went to pray. While she planned on trading away her gilded sandals for a more pragmatic choice of footwear, she'd like to keep her robes, as a reminder of home. And nothing would part her from her necklace, a sacred talisman of Apollo.
Sam's embarrassment made her chuckle, but she let him off the hook with no more than that: to tease him too heavily would poorly repay his generosity. Then she took note of the name Sam gave, committing it to memory. "Amalia. Yes, I'd like to learn more about the gods here. Do you know where I could find her?"
