“At least Parnet’s seeing a real priestess,” Thorat said.
Darna nearly spewed her beer across the table and Sunna laughed.
“She has her reasons, even if I don’t understand them,” Iola said. Tiagasa wasn’t perfect, but she was a priestess. “It’s just that Anara said it would be me, and even Jasela said that the dragons would tear Tiagasa apart, like they did to her. I need to be ambassadress.”
“Do you?” Thorat said, but before Iola could reply the other three said “Yes” all together.
She clutched Thorat’s hand and nodded.
“You’re the only true priestess,” Darna said.
“Myril is, too,” Iola pointed out.
Myril shuddered.
“Stop that,” Sunna said. “She doesn’t want to be. That’s not a true priestess if you ask me, not if she wants out.”
There was a shout across the room, a punch, an int
