In contrast to their first march, the journey to northern Rose was muted. The retainers still sang, but Kalaya spent most of the time turning thoughts over inside her head while doing the same to the earring in her hand. Petony couldn't help but notice the change in countenance and, wisely, left the young knight to her own musings.

The presence of travelers out on this road was not expected, given the driving rain. That one was a goddess on the mortal plane was even more surprising.

But all of that was nothing beside the words she spoke.

"I ... am?" replies Kalaya, straightening from her bow. For knights know to afford the divine at least a measure of courtesy.

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