The seeds of rot propagated through the ground as Erika walked through the desert. Her bare feet on the hot sand burned against her skin, yet on a pilgrimage of sorts, she refused to use magic to protect herself or allow herself to be healed. Blood dripped from the soles of her feet and the drag through the sand left a lasting mark that could be seen from up above, far ahead or the back.
That is how Kara found her. Riding her mule with her legs crossed on one side, the high priestess of Aphrodite accompanied her junior. She wasn't looking to confront Erika, nor make her reconsider what she had already set in mind; instead, it was her own curiosity that was driving. Which eventually led her to question.
