Releasing me from her embrace, Fate took my hand and led me back to Nithalee. "Welcome, scion of Magic. Please rise. I no longer place any value on such formalities. Speak to me as you might an equal."
"I could never, great one," Nithalee said, refusing to raise her head.
Fate's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you think displeases me more? Treating me as I request, or having my will trampled on?"
Emlica froze and promptly stood, her face white and hands shaking. "Forgive me, goddess. I meant no disrespect."
Fate waved her concern aside, resting her hands on my shoulders.
"I thank you for delivering the location of the mage supporting the world barrier to my oracle. Your help was instrumental in fulfilling the conditions of your god," Fate said.
