Ellie POV
I heard shuffling as someone entered the temple. It took a moment for me to stand with the boys strapped to me. At first, I didn’t see anyone when I looked around, then I spotted a figure kneeling near the door.
I don’t know what I expected the priestess to look like. Maybe I expected someone who matched the dreams of the goddess I’ve been having.
Instead, I found an old woman kneeling before the door, her silver hair spilling down her back in a long braid. Her robe was simple, white edged with blue thread, and when she turned, her eyes were pale and clear as polished quartz.
“You are welcome here,” she said.
Her voice was low, soft as the wind through leaves.
“Thank you,” I answered. It wasn’t the correct answer. I knew there was a phrase that was supposed to follow, but
