Hoshor Plains i was a goddess — now i ache.

periane studied the boy, her gaze unwavering, thoughtful. his hesitation, his uncertainty—it was expected. few embraced the call of the divine without resistance.
she inclined her head, a slow nod, acknowledging his words without pressing further.
then you are not meant to be. her voice was smooth, quiet, carrying neither disappointment nor judgment—simply fact.
her gaze flickered to hemera for a brief moment before returning to the boy.
where do you belong, boy?
the question was not a demand, but it carried weight all the same.