I try to keep hold of Tressie"s words about no one really caring who I am. The only thing they"re going to be looking for amongst the crowd is the sacred animals so they can tell who is who, and there are plenty of them around.
Even so, I wish Tressie was still with me, but anyone not Blessed had to stay behind once we got to the staging area.
Matia stays close to my side, clearly feeling as overwhelmed as I am by the noise and colour all around us. There"s no doubt that the might of the London temples is being represented here.
Even the banquet the other night did nothing to prepare me for what I"m seeing. All around me, various priests and their animals are done up in elaborate clothes with jewels glinting from collars, headdresses, and even the occasional tail wrap. It"s impossible n
