Silver Moraine before whom I stand

by the sea? she is reminded briefly of a history lesson with the high priest; her mind ticks through the different creatures of the oceanside, the different sects and tribes, but this stranger does not resemble a siren, nor does he look the part of a warrior-bred roman. this place hosannah lives - these wilds - seem like a melting pot of many types. she wonders what he is, but then decides it is not worth the effort. she does not have time to consider converting this soul, not when she has places to be.

still, company is welcome. his question comes as no surprise, although her answer is vague: i come from many places, and am a part of many things. today i travel on my own, but not entirely. whether she was referring to the boy or to her god, she did not specify. i am a messenger, she finally concludes. this is not a lie. it is not the whole truth, but she weaves a tale easily enough, and keeps her cover intact.