I Say A Little Prayer For You

And how do you do that? Do you fight to death? Do you kill people?

*Puts a hand to her mouth, trying to smother a giggle* No, we don’t. We generally do something that’s impossible. When the Vestal Tuccia was accused she carried water from the Tiber to Vesta’s temple in a sieve. 

Ooh, yeah, the fire lady. I call her that. Home lady is more proper. *she smiles* And you haven’t proven your worth or anything or are you being modest?

I see. *Wrinkles nose* It’s more like I haven’t had to. Only in times of great distress a Vestal might be accused of not doing her job any honor. In that case she should prove that the goddess is still with her.

*she shakes her head* I don’t know what we call her here. I never asked. I should look up for it, though. *she raises an eyebrow* Don’t you share any powers with her? Oh thanks gods.

Well her Greek name’s Hestia. It’s just... the “fire lady” thing. It’s funny. *Frowns* Well priests have occasionally shown gifts in time of need, but they’re more like temporary blessings to prove their worth or save their city, not actual powers. 

The fire lady? Oh thanks gods you’re over there. No offense but… Yeah, opposites. I don’t think I could be so close to you.

Yes, if that’s what you call her over there. *Smiles a little* I’m not made of fire myself. There’s no genetic bond.

Daughter of Khione. I can’t stand heat and the cold doesn’t bother. How about you? Who are you?

Denim. Priestess of Vesta. *Smiles a little* So we’re kinda opposites, here.

Yeah. And a cold room to put me in, with food, bed and a bathroom.

Are you really that heat-intolerant, then?

See? Ice cream fixes lots of stuff! And it’s got ice! We don’t need spring.

We can’t survive without the seasons. I guess the key is to find a balance between different elements. 

…I still don’t like it. It’s way too warm. Besides, ice cream fixes everything. Even heartbreaks.

I see. Though ice cream can fix hot spring days as well, you see. 

*she shakes her head* Not with the warm and the… ugh, melting stuff. It’s so beautiful when it’s all like winter wonderland.

I guess it’s pretty in it’s own way. But we need the spring to survive, it brings life to barren grounds and warmth to broken smiles. 

Oh. I don’t speak latin. *she raises an eyebrow* So you like it? Spring?

Oh yes. It’s, well, refreshing. Things in bloom and such. You don’t?

*she raises an eyebrow* I’m sorry, what?

Oh, tempus fugit.. you know? Time flies?