Chapter 395: The High Priestess
The wind howled at the top of Mt. Moon Fang, bringing about a cold chill that seeped into the bones of all the goblins standing at the top of the mountain’s stairs. Stryg and his companions stood waiting in front of the temple, hoping for entry, though the malice rising in the encroaching guards made such a hope seem less and less plausible.
Then as if walking out of a fairy tale the temple gates creaked open and a woman clad in white robes stepped outside. She walked with an elegant gait, head held high, eyes filled with calmly assured purpose.
The harsh winds quieted and only a soft breeze blew by, sending the woman’s robes fluttering behind her. A silver-ebon wreath sat on her dark hair like a shining crown in the setting sun.
The crowd of travelers waiting outside and the guards alike all suddenly stopped what they were doing and dropped to their knees in a deep bow.
The silver-ebon wreath was unmistakable, there was only one. Where the Guardian of the Sylvan was the protector of the people and feared by most, the Silver Mother was the high priestess of the tribes and admired by all.
Stryg watched in silent awe as Silver Mother herself walked towards them. The guards begged the high priestess for forgiveness, they had not meant to disturb her meditation, yet she wasn’t interested in their apologies, she wasn’t interested in them whatsoever. All her attention was on… First Mother?
“Auri!” the high priestess screamed giddily and rushed her with a bear hug. “Praise the Mother Moon, you’re finally back!”
Stryg watched flabbergasted as they embraced and the Silver Mother began to talk to her cordially, even stranger was how First Mother was being so cold towards her, and yet the Silver Mother wasn’t ordering her to be executed. It was almost as if they were friends.
The idea that his First Mother, the most rigid and stern goblin he knew had friends was odd, if not outright unbelievable.