What if the priestess, once born, never died? What if she served her god so faithfully they gifted her with everlasting life, so she need only take a new form when the previous one was spent? Though perhaps immortality was never actually a gift, only a way to keep her spirit bound in servitude through the ages. Priestess, scribe, oracle, conduit – every life a different body and yet the same soul, the same bond, the same calling. Would she remember those past lives or would each rebirth restart the process of seeking and submitting? These aren’t questions I’m yet ready to ask; I don’t know which answer I hope for and which answer I fear.