Plans for my Maighstir? Heather’s mind was a whirl with the very idea that Ananke had plans for Balgair, and it so overwhelmed her that she fell to her knees again.
“Oh, by he who watches, will you stop that?” Ananke sounded exasperated. “You mortals and your little minds that get so easily overwhelmed.”
Heather looked up to see the goddess of contracts and binding picking up a teacup. “Are you quiet over your fit?”
“I’m not sure,” the bean-cheangail whispered, watching the goddess sipping from her cup. “I just never imagined that I’d be here.” Heather’s gesture encompassed the room. “I’m not sure what to think.”
The goddess nodded, understanding the way Heather felt. “It is a bit much to take in, isn’t it?” When Heather nodded, Ananke softly sighed. “I’m showing you what I think you can handle.” Those liquid eyes seemed to sink into Heather’s soul. “Do you think you can stand up and come over here? You’ll find it more comfortable than staying on your knees.”
“I think, mayb…
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