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[adlantisag]

[ She just...needs not to think about this too hard. IT SHOULD BE FINE. ]

If you were Atlantean, and this were the ceremony of your first hunt, I would prepare you a feast, or take you shark-hunting.

What is appropriate, on the surface?

[grunehexe]

[That sounds... really, really cool, actually. Both the feast and the shark hunting. Well. One sounds delicious and one sounds cool. But-]

I am afraid I cannot swim, so shark hunting...

[Nevermind the other logistics that would make her a bad shark hunter... that one just. Encompasses them all.]

In my village, they told me there would be a ceremony to dedicate myself anew to the goddess, but.

[But like she'd admitted to Kida, that village had been a lie, so. ... What did they do, on the surface?]

[adlantisag]

[ A ceremony to dedicate herself to the goddess-- ]

And what kind of goddess was that?

[grunehexe]

She is the goddess who governs all things in life and death- both maiden, mother, and crone. It is her love which grants the joy of birth and the release of the end... and her power can be observed each night above us.

[It was strange, that if she wasn't thinking about it directly, she could quote things from the lie her life had been without even finding it strange at all. Half of her still believed in it.]

[adlantisag]

[ A goddess of the moon, a goddess of women. If Kida worshipped any deities, she thinks, she would think of respecting this one. ]

She seems powerful. Is she still important to you?

[grunehexe]

... I am not sure.

[She still found herself saying things- "by the goddess", and the like, calling upon her when she used the verbal spells she'd learned as a child... but was that part of the lie as well?

What was there of religion in the outside world, anyway? The Christianity she'd heard of seemed to have changed so much... of course there were still "pagans", so perhaps-]

I have not put much thought to the matter.

[adlantisag]

[ Kida doesn't have much to offer Sieglinde. She remembers a distant promise of seaweed, but other things, things she'd consider appropriate to give to an honoured family member--wild-fished pearls, lean cuts of fresh tuna, freshly-dyed cloth, things difficult to obtain--are either unavailable or otherwise valueless here. So, what does she have left?

Time, apparently. ]

I would like to spend some time with you today, if you would be amenable to granting me an audience.

[ There's real warmth back in her voice, at least. ]

We could take a walk beneath the moon tonight.

[ It can't really take the place of a ceremony, but it can be a slice of the familiar. ]

[grunehexe]

[For all that Sieglinde definitely had ulterior motives to contacting people- one of those motives being that she did, in fact, want presents, she didn't actually care that much what the present was. Whether it be an item to be used or displayed, eaten or read, or even just came in the form of some attention from the people she cared about.

It was strange. She might never go home. The trainers of ALASTAIR she'd spoken with couldn't even give her an estimate on how many worlds, how many missions before she could return. And part of her, locked away, wondered if she even wanted to. - which meant this was what she had. This occasionally horrible place, with these people who has grown to mean so much.

A smile blossomed on her face to replace the worried expression of before, nodding with a bob of the heavy hairstyle she wore.]

Mm. I shall gladly accept.