by Simplicity on Fri Jul 02, 2010 9:29 am
She shifted, and the moment he opened his mouth, she'd known it was a bad idea to even suggest bringing this topic up with him, but it was too late and one can not undo things that have already been done. There was a light shrug of her shoulders, before her focus shifted for several long moments to the coffee mug and the remainder of the caramel hued liquid within. Consumption of it kept her mouth quiet for the time being and kept her from saying things that could, and possibly would put a strain on an already tentative relationship with the High Priest - even though her own internal thoughts were along the lines of him being less than fit for the position usually reserved for females, with a male as lesser priest if he'd proven himself worthy of such a prestigious position.
Finally, the mug was set down, now devoid of caramel hued liquid addiction. "No, I am not asking that Carthad, I am merely asking that mine be allowed to worship the goddess as freely as any other, without having to perform some ridiculous unattainable task before he is allowed to even step foot within Kirva's shrine again."
There was a shift of frame, the dropping of those legs from the expanse of the seat where she was perched, turning of herself so that she could look upon the priest fully. "He has no way of finding the Priestess, who more than likely is back within the gloom, or dead, that brought him to the surface. Nor does he have any desire to find her. What he simply wishes is to be able to worship the Goddess in her sanctuary, not squirreled away because a Priestess thought she could properly levy a tax upon his wish to worship within the Temple. If, such a tax, a penance is required, then it will not come from some lesser priestess within your ranks, but shall fall from your lips Carthad. Or from mine." She spoke, voice unwavering as she once more reclined within the confines of the booth, watching him with those swirlled orbs, studying his features. A hand lifted, sliding through stark white tresses, toying with the tips of a few strands for the moment in an almost absent-minded gesture.