I wandered through the vineyard, checking on the vines to make sure they were recovering well. Or as well as they could do, given the situation. Thankfully, they seemed to be responding to my magic, and to the care my priestesses were giving to them. Which wasn"t a surprise. Each of them had learned everything they could about viniculture while they were alive, and had continued to study after their deaths. Some of them had centuries of knowledge that they were putting to good use. I would even be tempted to say that some of them had more knowledge than I did on the subject. I"d always had other duties and responsibilities to attend to as a goddess that had taken my attention away from the vines themselves, whereas the priestesses who specialised in this aspect of serving me spent their en
