The Slaved Virgin Offering
An odd thought occurred to her as the little craft finally bumped the larger one and men above called and tossed out a ladder.
Maybe there was someone she should actually be praying to. She leaned along the side of the boat and dipped a hand into the cool, lapping waters as Phineas climbed the ropes and was hauled up.
"Thetis," she whispered, "Silver footed Goddess of the calm sea, Goddess of protection and refuge...protect your child, and this child of his." She placed her hand over her stomach, biting her lip, and watched the little waves flicker with moonlight, her chest sizing almost to the point of pain with a wave of fervent desire, of need.
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