Olrich continued oblivious to the anger directed at him, “… he has given his intent to serve the goddess, so he must go to the main temple. He must give the oath to his lord in person. As a knight, you know that this must be done in person.”
Orn’s father almost flinched at the words.
“I will be staying here!” Orn interjected himself into the conversation. He is not going to drag me away.
Olrich turned to Orn shocked, “You said you would serve a goddess! Clearly you should immediately go to where she makes her will known! You should feel that. To receive her will for yo...”
“I received her blessing, when I gave her my oath.” Orn snapped back standing and walking towards the priest. “She was in the chapel. I gave my oath to her there.”
“In the room…” Olrich stumbled backward a step. Clearing his throat he started again, “You must have been overwhelmed by the glory of the ceremony. Clearly there was divine power in the room. If a goddess made herself known in the chapel I, a faithful servant, would have known. Even if it was a less common aspect of the blessed three…”
“She. Was. There.” Orn emphasized each word. “If she did not choose for you to see, then you were not meant to.”
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Orn’s parents watched the exchange ready to jump in at any moment to support their son. But at the words ‘she was there’ they froze and stared at the small figure advancing on the priest. Even Olivia’s incredible focus on the priest’s back was broken by those words.
The priest began to reply, but sputtered when their eyes met. Immediately dropping his gaze, Olrich slowly retreated from the advancing Orn.
“Say her name.” Orn said challengingly. Olrich continued sputtering half formed words, clearly not having the answer. “You do not even know which goddess I serve, do you?”
“Th.. tha…” the priest muttered before managing to catch himself, “That is something I would have to speak to the head priest about. But it matters not, the goddesses follow the lead to the Goddess of the Pattern. Surely, the goddess will take no offense if you begin training at her sister’s temple.”
“Orn do you not wish to go where your goddess’ will is made clear to all?” The priest stopped retreating and continued, “Do you not wish hear her will from her representatives…”
“She told me her will. I will follow it to the best of my judgement,” Orn countered. “I have no need for anyone to tell me what her words to me mean. And I will not demean her by serving at any temple other than hers.”
Olrich’s eyes went wide, and he shrunk visibly. “I meant no offense, to you or the goddess.” Olrich slowly slid back toward the door, “In fact I will head back to the chapel to make my apology directly…”
“NO,” Orn’s voice seemed to echo in the room. I did not yell… did I?
Olrich flinched, “No?”