Eve
The priestess was about to step past the threshold of the kitchen when urgency gripped me. I rushed forward, nearly colliding with her back.
The sudden movement made the older woman pause, her shoulders tilting slightly before she turned back to face me.
I blocked her exit.
"What did you mean?"
The priestess tilted her head, an amused glint dancing in her eyes.
"Now, whatever could you be referring to?" she mused.
I narrowed my gaze.
"Don't play with me. You said something cryptic, and I don't like it. What are you implying?"
Her smile widened like she was enjoying my discomfort.
"It was just a general statement, child. You seem rather reactive for someone who's simply cooking."
The implication made my blood boil. I hated how she made me feel like I was examined under a microscope, as if she had already unraveled the secrets tangled in my mind before I could make sense of them myself.
"I was just making soup. That’s all I was doing, and then you come in here and drop little riddle
