>>5453427>>5453453>>5453495>>5453641>>5453779>>5453935"Try something different," he offers. "To be quite honest, you have spent so long blundering through your priestess training, yet you still cannot even mend a paper cut. You will become just another forgettable face at the bottom rung of the clergy, fading into obscurity as old age creeps up on you."
"Wrong. I could do anything, if I felt like it," you protest.
Tatherin smirks, shrugging nonchalantly. "My mistake. You simply turned to me because you did not feel like mending those hideous gashes on your back." Sarcasm oozes from his every word as his pointed remark is plunged directly into your heart. "Come on, Jez. You must have a talent. A way for you to surpass the competition. Phaere can do it." He looks over his shoulder warily on instinct, despite knowing that there is naught but wall behind him. "Try to think for yourself and come up with new ideas."
"Hmm." Pushing yourself upright, you stand uneasily, placing your hand on Tatherin's shoulder for support. Thrumming the fingers of your free hand against your chin, you appraise him like a voracious predator eyeing its next meal, prompting him to raise a curious eyebrow. Surrendering to impulse, you straddle him and forcefully press your bosom to his face. "I may have a few new ideas already."
