She was somewhat glad that the scripture wasn’t strictly against alcohol in all its forms. If she was going to get roped into the business of the religious she didn’t enjoy the idea that she wouldn’t be allowed to drink.  It’d be the perfect excuse to drink, more than usual even. Perhaps her only way to find out some kind of truth on the topic was to speak to the goddesses themselves, the moon in particular. Was it possible to do that? She’d almost never turned to the gods for direction or advice before, but this would be the best reason to start. What’s up, moon goddess? How come you never told me I was your daughter, assuming Ruby’s right?

Tsuki didn’t want anything to do with priests right now, not that she wanted anything to do with priests normally either. However, they’d believe what Ruby told them and they’d see that their supposed moonchild was a drunk in her twenties. She wasn’t a new born baby easily influenced by their propaganda. That’d go over so well with people who couldn’t be considered mentally stable to begin with. She was about to turn Ruby down, but was stopped by the statement that the priests could give her proof. Of course they fucking could, because obviously it had to be them of all groups in the world.

“An artefact?” Tsuki slurred, suddenly curious what the last moonchild had left behind. She knew artefacts were items of varying power, but most of them could be used by any mortal. Something that had been used by the child of the moon, and then locked away, must possess powers beyond the scope of other artefacts. “If you’re right about me, do I get to keep it? What does it do anyway?”

She cleared her throat, and calmed down. It wouldn’t do to appear too excited. “Yes, I would like actual proof of these claims you make. A free trip to Iceland sounds fantastic, never been there before. Hopefully it’ll turn out you’re wrong and I won’t have to see any of you again, but at least I get something out of it then.” She slurred, revealing more than intended again. It would be faster to ask her own mother about the claims that she was a demigod, but then she’d miss out on the trip. In the same vein, wouldn’t Ruby and her followers of priests be able to talk to the goddesses? It didn’t seem like they could do it in any reliable way. 

“When would we leave?” Tsuki had no current jobs she needed to do. Ruby would have to start paying her if she expected her to go anywhere else after Iceland, but she would accept a vacation, especially one that was paid for.