In the years to come, Thoas would always remember how Iphigenia had tumbled into his arms in such an unexpected way.
She seemed to carry the air of a distant continent. Her pale skin seemed at odds with this sun-drenched, sweltering island. Her azure eyes were calm, as if they held an endless sea. Her gaze seemed to have crossed a thousand years of wind and frost, bringing the snow to melt.
Thoas gently put an arm around her waist and helped her to her feet. He saw her lower her long lashes and quietly say, "Thank you."
The nun bearing the divine oracle told him that she was the priestess personally chosen for him by Diana, goddess of the hunt.
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