- [<] Status Log - created:: 2022-01-20 - status-updated: 2022-03-12 published The priestess flared her wings in a shaky semblance of a threat display. “My body is not for sale.” Her father's copper-bladed knife sliced her skin as easily as the thin mountain air. “That isn’t your decision to make.” Blue blood welled and dripped into the cauldron. It burbled — & soon, he was rich.