o and trust to fate." She stroked her belly, her smile growing.
I would never be a mother. Though Saphique was the goddess of women, her priestesses were never allowed to lie with a man. Saphique only liked women. I would never experience that one facet of womanhood.
I touched her belly and promised, "I'll make sure your mother comes back." I looked up at Atharilesia. "And your wife."
She nodded.
I copied down the information and sprinkled my ink with sand to let it dry quicker. "I need to go tell Angela and Xera!"
I rushed out of the library and went in search. I found them eating berries and drinking dandelion wine on the forest floor while watching elvish women dance. The dancers were...very distracting. But I was too excited to ogle their heaving breasts and...
I shook my head. "Angela. I have it!"
Angela looked up. "What?"
"I know how we can repair the sword."
"How?" Angela asked.
