“Hmm... such strange garments. Ah, well, no matter— she’ll do just nicely.” Speaking aloud to herself, observing Mia from afar while seated in her wheelchair, she would wheel herself into the girl’s path, loudly announcing her presence. “Human! You’ve been chosen to accompany me up this Ophiuchus Tree.”
“You’ll push, while these Alraune lead us. Thanks for volunteering!”
If it wasn’t clear, the god before Mia wasn’t really giving her a choice.
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