"No," Ariadne said, trying to be polite. "You don't seem like the worshipping type." Honestly, the way the girl talked, she didn't seem to hold much dear at all. Too soon to make a judgment. Ariadne kept reminding herself of that fact. But there was a growing feeling of unease somewhere in the back of her mind.

In the place where she let possibilities run wild.

Still. The rest of it was interesting enough.

"There's a god on one of the island nations like that," she said. "The islanders truly believe they're all part of his elaborate dream. Except that they can just get on a boat and sail away..."

Maybe boats would be relevant to the conversation after all!