Wheeling Gull Isle waning gibbous

he mentioned the sea and moon, and tyche gave him a furtive look. both of those things were holy to her, and he asked only which was more beautiful. they were so much more to her than simply beauty. they were divine. they could not be so to him, for he was of the lesser sex. he might worship them, but they would never see him. they would never do the work for him that they would do for her and her sisters.

sea and moon not for you, she sternly reminded him, forgetting for now that he did not grow up in the same culture as she had. only for sisters.