Not a single one of them... not even for a microscopic fraction of a second... entertained the thought that the Supreme Spear had just spent the entire night ruthlessly fucking their holy, revered spiritual leader into the furs until she couldn't stand.
To the acolytes, and indeed to the entire Veynar tribe, High Shaman Zephyra was an untouchable, divine holy maiden chosen and blessed by the ancestors themselves.
She was a sacred pillar of pure spiritual authority who walked above mortal desires.
The idea of anyone laying a finger on her... let alone taking her in every conceivable position until dawn... was a concept so absurd, so unfathomably blasphemous, that it couldn't even enter their minds.
Oblivious to the hilarious, holy pedestal the young girls had just built for him, Sol exited the Shamanic Grove and stepped onto the wide thoroughfares of the main settlement.
The sky above the Great Orrath was shifting from deep indigo to a pale, misty lavender.
