I pause by the exit of the temple and make sure my jewels are all on straight. The moment I step outside, I"m going to have more eyes on me than I"m used to, and I have to make sure that everything I do is absolutely perfect. My actions reflect on the temple, my god, and the Blessed in general. I have to get it right.
Matia stands by my side, her head held up high and the golden collar around her neck and on her legs glint in the dim evening light.
"Do we look the part?" I ask her.
She c***s her head to the side and studies me intently.
"Yeah, I don"t know either. It"s like someone forgot to give us the instruction book."
She paws at the ground.
"I know Khafre helped, but I feel like there"s so much more he could have taught us. But he and Beni are in Paris now with their new apprent
