|
Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Dec 22, 2007 17:33:03 GMT -5
It was morning, and the sun was blazing over us - it was beautiful, purely beautiful, and whether it was my perception, or losing the curse had changed my lenses, or if the day was indeed a pure glory of cerulean and gold, I knew not, and I didn’t care.
I was drunk on hope.
I entered the Temple of Naamah, still dressed in last night’s clothes. I would of course take care of Riva, and give her a patron gift to rival anyother – but her Mistress, also, I would thank.
The acolyte was pretty, and I bade her greetings in the fashion I’d learned, respectful as one does to anyone of the priesthood.
“I have come bide my gratefulness,” I announced, as soberly as I could.
“Then do what you must,” said the priestess, smiling patiently at my own growing impatience.
I knelt at the feet of the goddess, wondering if, at all, I was angering Asherat. But she was the mother of Elua, Naamah was his companion. It was all in the family, wasn’t it?
Silently, I prayed. I thanked her, as I could. The Oracle of Asherat had told me the end of my quest would be found in the City of Elua, and so it was. At her feet, I deposited a purse of gold, and I walked away, calmer and more resolved.
It was time to talk to Octavier.
|
|