Chelseaa was struggling hard not to fall asleep in the saddle as their horses plodded through the forest, on the tiny little road that supposedly led to Cold Rock.  They hadn't seen signs for the town for over two days now, and she was beginning to wonder if they'd taken a wrong turn somewhere.  Marina, as always, was coolly confident, and assured her young acolyte that they were headed in the right direction.  Chelseaa wasn't so certain.  But, she had to admit that the scenery was nice.  She almost fell off her saddle, and only a warning word from her mistress kept her from ending up on the road.<br/><br/>"Careful, child," she said, chuckling a bit as she touched Chelseaa's shoulder.  "You don't want your first day in Cold Rock to be spent in the temple infirmary."<br/><br/>Chelseaa sighed.  "Are we almost there?" she asked, not quite whining.  She shifted uncomfortably in the saddle.  "This riding dress is killing me."<br/><br/>Marina's pretty lips twisted in a bit of a wry smile.  "I know it's a bit more than what you're used to wearing, Chelseaa, but you might want to get used to it.  You can get away with wearing daring dresses in the larger towns, but I doubt such outfits will work well here in Cold Rock.  I've heard farmers don't take well to Priestesses who show off as much cleavage as you do, especially Priestesses of Minarra.  She is the Goddess of Virtue, after all!"<br/><br/>Chelseaa frowned and nodded.  She'd heard the same lecture a hundred times.  It wasn't her fault she had a nice body and didn't mind letting others know it!  Besides, it wasn't like she was trying to have sex with anyone...  "I'll try to be more modest, Priestess," she said, as she always did.  "Although after all this riding, I doubt I'll be able to stand long enough to put a new dress on anyway!"