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Fall of the Titan is off to beta readers! In the meantime, I’m starting another series and have spent most of the week doing research. Hopefully I can start writing soon.
When we last checked in on Trystan, Natalya Maxima told him she might not need him to take her all the way back to her home. But after hearing of trouble in the Galladian capital, she decided it was safer to ditch the military escort while she and Trystan continue on, disguised as a common priest and priestess on a pilgrimage. They stop at a temple to get Trystan into his disguise. Since he has a serious crush on Natalya, he’s thrilled at getting the chance to travel alone with her, but looking like a priest doesn’t come naturally.Mother Celeste is the priestess in charge there. Creatively punctuated.
“He doesn’t look very clerical, does he?” Natalya looked Trystan over carefully, but not quite in the way he wanted her to; he worried she might start laughing.
Mother Celeste, standing beside her, had been chuckling all along.
Trystan scowled, hoping his face wasn’t too red, “Not every priest has to look clerical. Besides, shouldn’t a Kronland priest look different anyway?” They had decided his Galladian was too accented to pretend to be anything but a foreigner.
“It’ll have to do,” Natalya raised her eyebrows, apparently stifling a laugh, “you just … oh, I don’t know; you still look like a soldier.”
“I am a soldier,” Trystan loved seeing Natalya laugh, but not at his expense, “why can’t I be a soldier turned priest?”
“Why not indeed?” Mother Celeste smiled, her eyes understanding. Was he that transparent?