[ It would be wild for her to hear – after all, those who were blessed with the spark of magic are specifically chosen to become priests and priestesses, within the walls of the Red Temples. The idea that one could be rejected over it is so against her worldview that it might just shake her up a bit.

Now, what could get her rejected is her claim to have found Azor Ahai, the saviour, almost a Jesus-figure, if it is proven to be untrue. But it's not. Not yet.

Anyway, she isn't rushing Kyoko, eating some of her roll and giving her the space to think of her reply. This is clearly a difficult subject for her, it's brave enough to speak of it at all. ]

At the risk of sounding properly ancient [ which she is, never mind that ] I felt much the same, when I was your age. I had just been initiated to be trained for priesthood, and I thought my powers would be so many things. All my visions would be clear, and people would listen to all I said, and of course, I would make miracles happen so easily at the Lord's behest.

[ She sniffs one of the strange, bread-like things she had gotten at the buffet – it's a cookie, but how would she know, but upon discovering it to be sweet, she offers some to Kyoko. ] As it turned out, none of it was as easy as I had hoped. Still isn't. But it rather sounds like you had to learn that lesson already, and I am sorry for it. It can be brutal.