An apology.

Hekateto Rhadamanthys, god of compassion

Yesterday, enraged at the actions of another, I spoke out of turn and addressed you as no mortal should a divinity.

Many are the gods who grace the halls of Olympus, and many and varied their realms. That I blasphemed against so benevolent a diety and one who chose not to punish me more severely makes me all the more culpable for my transgression.

To you who are Compassion, this mortal child extends her sincere apologies for her folly.


Written by my hand on the 5th of Leaflost, in the year 1120.