Blacktail Deer Plateau and there will be pain in letting it go

what might be said She did not when he spoke those words. she felt that he knew them as much as She thought them in that moment. that this must be meant to be, then. she listened. the Gods listened. even to the things unsaid! the Gods knew.
it was Their strings She followed. and She knew this now more than ever as he spoke next. Toula looks to him then, Her smile warm. you would be most welcome, she felt. did the Gods not all but ordain this? there are many paths in Akashingo. would you come to become a priest? a guard? a prince? for He was royal, was He not? Dreadfather. it was who He was. even if not a recognized God by Her people, he was of import! did Her family not recognize this, to send her to this place?
this was rebirth; he could be who he wished to be! Toula would see it granted. a girl, divine, becoming aware of Her own power. and though She felt She knew, She would never dare to presume—and beyond that, he had much time to decide between then, and now. he need not know the answer; he might only wonder at the possibilities before him, and that was good. for there was even more that existed in Akashingo beyond what she had said—all that might be his!