FEELS LIKE COMING HOME

His response irritates her internally; there is only on set of gods, and he is certainly not one of them. Olympians are crafted with the gold of the heavens, and if they are married in like her Aunt, Virgil certainly has knowledge of their faces. ?Are you a priest?? she questions, knocking him down a peg. ?Ah, that answers my questions I suppose. The priests serve the gods, do they not?? she tells him. He is flirting, and perhaps she is too, but she means nothing by her.
Her virginity is not her own to give. Her hand in marriage is reserved for who the divine say she is destined to be with. ?Many would prefer a lot of things, but that does not mean it is true. Unfortunately for you, I have simply been overcome by wanderlust,? she defies, putting on a false pout, as if it is such a sad story.