Instead, she simply came home to seek guidance. Not forgiveness, but guidance.
She wanted to meet the High Priest and Priestess, but new such a visit was a long shot. Odds are she'd be greeted by a trainee with fake welcome, listened to for a moment, and then sent away with a half-hearted blessing to cleanse her soul.
As if she needed any such actions. Itotia knew she was blessed by her gods, even as far as the mainland. They looked after her, showed her the way, and now were guiding her hand to help the others who dared to believe that there was more to this world than fear and mistrust. Or, she was there to help save those who fell into a trap much like her own.
As she approached the outer temple, where most came to prey to what symbols they could, she noticed a group of Acolytes wandering about and looking pointedly at her. Taking a breath, she prepared herself for the inevitable greeting, and story she would be forced to tell. Hopefully this would go smoothly.
Heras Box
