They reached the bottom and went to stand in front of him, and Yarrow could see the figure was a man -- or looked somewhat like one. His skin was almost translucent, and he wore a strange, silver outfit -- where shirt and pants should have separated they were joined. His eyes were closed, but Yarrow could see they were twitching, as if he were dreaming.
"This is Briony," she said to Thadea, her voice a whisper. Thadea nodded. "And he's the voice?" Another nod.
Yarrow felt cold, and knew she had to be in the presence of a God. But she'd never heard of the name Briony in mythology, and why a deity lived in the bottom of Mt. Impri she couldn't fathom.
Unless I really am dreaming.
"Jules," she whispered. "Pinch me."
"No," he said, voice low. "You'll hit me."
"Then how am I supposed to kn
