Shy Deer Steppes the darkness was over the face of infinite space

though the boy is young, he is wise. his words show this, and for the first time hosannah feels there is truth to her calling. that this place may be the home for her. this stranger has a willingness to learn of the truth, something that had not occurred - and would not occur - for some time in her travels. as he settled to listen, the girl envisioned herself as a priest: her bearing changed to suit this, assuming a role that, in her faith and among her people, was reserved for a man of faith. 

He has many names. we call Him the daystar for he guides us always; in times of trouble he is the smiter, and in desperation the faithful call out to the deathless one. hosannah held a great respect for these names, and they fell almost as whispers from her lips. but these were not the lord's most holy name - the true name - and although she desired to impart that knowledge, it was not her place. i tempt His will by telling you this, outsider. and so she watched the sun, her eyes tracing the shine of the light across the distant horizon, the dust that lingered near, and fell in to a momentary disquiet while giving a soundless prayer.

when she returned to the moment, eyes open and attention seeking the boy, she was once again smiling. i would say more, but He forbids it. unless... at this, hosannah looks pensive, and steps closer to him, nestling against him as he sits. if you throw your heathen bonds aside... if he were to convert, she could share her world with him.