"What do you believe will satisfy you, Elion? Is there some measure of power you consider sufficient? Some point at which desire becomes contentment?"
She paused, then added, "And where does faith fit into that understanding? You acknowledge the goddess's existence, yet reject devotion to her. Do you distrust the divine, or merely the institutions that claim to act in its name?"
Elion stood quietly for a moment.
"That was quite a lot."
"I apologize. These are questions I have been considering for some time."
"If you're interested in me, you could have simply said so, Holy Daughter."
"That is hardly what I—"
She stopped as Elion's grin widened.
He could not see the color in her cheeks, but something about that abrupt interruption made him certain he had earned a blush.
'Damn these useless eyes.'
They had deprived him of a potentially beautiful sight, perhaps one no one else had ever been able to bring out of the stoic Holy Daughter.
Solara recovered quickly.
