The river runs under the priestess feet as she carefully washes her carrots, singing a prayer as she does. Calanthia watches from a far, her white robes soaking in the river water. To be completely honest, the mortal interests her. The sheer determination to carry on the way she did. even when hearing nothing back perplexes her, she watches as the mortal jumps as she reverses the flow, making the goddess chuckle
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