CHAPTER ELEVEN
After six months in the temple, Asphodel convinced Brother Bron that she had a good command of Grosmerian. Now she could take part in the lay healing lessons. One step closer to serving in the infirmary.
That night, she lay awake. She could hardly wait for morning. After her dream of Sylissa, real or not, her mind firmed. She felt at home here in the temple. She had not grown-up worshipping Sylissa, since the elves preferred to worship Grillon, the god of nature and wild things, but somehow it felt right to be here.
Butterflies flew around Asphodel’s stomach as she entered the room where the lessons took place, a smile plastered on her face. She looked around at her fellow students. There was a mix of men and women, some young and some older.
A minister, one of the lower
