>>2351400The cart got in motion and while the men had rather rude men talk that I was used to hearing in Rudy’s tavern, at least they were loud enough that we could speak freely on the back. Yin looked at the map with me.
“Okay, you get to the village Corenzo, and wait until we can secure passage to the city of Corral. You say they have a temple there?” Yin requested confirmation.
I had never been to a city, but I heard of them almost every day; a huge place where thousands and thousands of people lived with neighbors that were literally right beside you; it sounded weird.
“They have a lot of temples in Perindal; maybe even one at Corenzo,” I certified. “It’s impossible a city doesn’t have one, or two, or ten. They love their goddess, alright.”
Perindal were firm believers of Santana, Goddess of Purity and Light and did all they possibly could to extend their faith as far and wide to the world, even though war. At Teson we had a small shrine to Santana just to keep the zealots up north happy; but under that we worshipped a multitude of gods, mostly Birusthra of the Harvest. Not that it mattered too much; we didn’t have a priest in town since the last one died of old age some twenty-odd years ago I had been told. We still used the Perindalian Calendar, though; based on Santana’s Holy Book.
“Daisy! D-Daisy!” Aurora interrupted our conversation.
“Again, Aurora? I fretted. “Can you hold for a little longer?”
“I’m dying!” she blubbered, I sighed.
The men couldn’t hear our conversation or see tiny Yin on my shoulder, but they could see Aurora and me just fine; we were just a look away. I called their attention for the third time in a few hours.
