Virtues! She was tingling at the prospect! Teaching would be just like her nights at the temple, only with more time for emphasis! So many things she could start with. Oodles and oodles of possible lessons flooded through her mind. No, not quite like at the temple she thought. She could go into detail! Depth and passion! Laying down on the Compassion tile of the Virtue Shrine, she stared up into the clouds above Olympus. Finally, her calling was showing itself. The initial days in the town just north of Trinsic had proven themselves to be trials. Between the jailer’s bad disposition and her mates horrid attack on the temple, she had let doubt infect her. Not just infect but cloud her heart giving way to several… frowns and moments of despair. She nearly cried at the prospect. But then that was the point of balance, right? Without feeling the pang of despair one could not bask in the essence of Love. Yes, her calling was to be the vessel! The Bringer of a renewal in the virtues and in the Gods!
He seemed sincere in his interest. That alone put a smile on her face as so many simply provided lip service. She found herself frowning at that thought too. One should never have to lie. If people were just open about their intentions the lands would run smoother. Not that she could say much, the Gypsy camps weren’t the most honest of places either. Most times the ladies behind the veils said one thing and did something opposite. So did the visitors. Coins, now coins were honest. But coins held no love, no emotion, and no depth! It’s one of the reasons she never carried any. Gold was a harsh master. One that would never own her.
He seemed sincere in his interest. That alone put a smile on her face as so many simply provided lip service. She found herself frowning at that thought too. One should never have to lie. If people were just open about their intentions the lands would run smoother. Not that she could say much, the Gypsy camps weren’t the most honest of places either. Most times the ladies behind the veils said one thing and did something opposite. So did the visitors. Coins, now coins were honest. But coins held no love, no emotion, and no depth! It’s one of the reasons she never carried any. Gold was a harsh master. One that would never own her.