"Why don't you just speak to him directly? There's only so much I can ask on his behalf"
Aithara did have a point; she wasn't Auytus. There was a limit to how much she could hold space for his questions.
"Or can't you appear to him in the same way?"
"Of course I can!" The words came out louder than I intended
"Great then, you could just do that"
"It's not that simple, Aithara"
"Why not, Your Divine Grace?"
"It's a thing of the mind. I already appeared to you; I don't want to appear to the Archon of Religion. My dream manifestations are earned. Not simply done because I need to speak to them. Just consider it a right, as the queen of Vasyti." My palm flailed mindlessly as I explained
"I'm honoured, truly. But how do you intend to speak to him then? Because I'm sure it must be a matter of importance for your interest to be so suddenly piqued by his questions"
How was I supposed to tell her that her almighty deity was simply bored? Exactly, I can't. So I didn't.
