The next day my father woke me up, after breakfast and cleaning me in the river, he took me to the priestess's house. This was much bigger than the shack where I lived. It had 6 rooms, the living room, and the dining room was separated, and it even had a kind of bathroom. It had a large hot tube made of wood. I was very surprised by the comforts that this shack had. Yes, I know my definition of amenities has gotten pretty low. But considering the reality these people live in, those simple items are very luxurious.
She was perfectly clean and groomed when we arrived. I felt like she was better dressed than when she performed my ceremony. She was quite pretty, she was about 30 years old, she was tall and thin. With shiny, curly blonde hair and intense blue eyes. She always gave a polite smile and while talking to her I felt that she was not treating me like a child but was paying close attention to everything she said.
Regarding my visions, she without asking many questions believed that what I was saying was true and commented that I should start my training as a possible next priestess soon. I was delighted with his offer since, with this, I was going to be able to go to the teachings of the tribe and I was going to be able to understand this world much faster, and then find clues to return to my home.
The only thing I did not like very much about the priestess was that I felt like she was trying to flirt with my father. Do not get me wrong, I have no problem with them flirting, not that I am jealous of my new father or something like that. The problem is that I knew that she was already living with someone, she had several children. Also, my father looked quite uncomfortable watching her casual flirtations, not to mention how upset I felt being ignored and witnessing her ambiguous scene.