AYLETH
They rode on for a moment in silence as Ayleth considered his words. Her ire was up—she resisted, and knew his blindness to the servants of his own God and their harms or hates in the world. But before she could speak the words, she saw that that could only mean her own was the same—that the people who served deity, no matter which it was, were never entirely aligned with it.
The power though. The strength the gods offered…
Ayleth thought back to all the ways and times her mother's adepts had made her uncomfortable. The… hunger in their eyes, for power, for glory—and at times, for Ayleth. Ayleth could not deny the shine that would arise in her mother's eyes when she'd been working with the power. It had always made Ayleth squirm. There was darkness in it, she knew. It was why she'd refused her mother's repeated pleas to become an adapt herself.
But this spell that she remembered, that Etan claimed her mother used as a threat…
