This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Ashiel's stomach flipped, horror rose like bile in his throat. He could barely comprehend what his mother was saying to the point he almost couldn't find the words. "Silence your blasphemous tongue! What are you thinking saying such things? You are going to get yourself in trouble. Going to get me in trouble. Further more, what would Amon say?" He could feel panic welling inside him. Pyralis was getting on in years and this was no time to be having a crisis of faith when her very soul was hanging in the balance. Surely she would be putting her affairs in order and striving toward eternity. "Are you ill? Something is off with you. That is it, we're going to Risen back where everything makes sense." He stood more steadily this time and shook off his coat as he peeked out into the snow storm which seemed to be slowing. His mother was just going through a rebellious streak. He would make her see sense.

"Talk"