A Means
"Faith, do you realize that the mark on your head means you are now the priestess of the world tree? You are someone who is as holy as the ancient herself…." Runa exclaimed with a hint of envy in her voice. But what can I say? I just said what was on my mind. I never asked to be some priestess and Nalia probably never thought of it that way either.
"Either way, Runa, it doesn't change who I am. This is no priestess mark but a mark of sisterhood between Nalia and I. Do not think too much about it." I explained but the two in front of me still gave me strange looks. Well, they can just think what they want. "Anyway, Runa, let's chat tonight since I need to return tomorrow. If you are coming with the envoys and your father tomorrow you need to rest up and it is already late so we can only chat for a short time."
"Ah right!" Runa nodded, and we finally left the long hall. Rolash seemed to want to ask me some questions, but I didn't really want to stay too much longer.