Mortals cannot ascend to godhood save through the act of deicide. The druids are unable to do this, and my acolyte is unwilling to do so.

I can't become a god, because I would have to kill a god. 

Can you give me a god to kill? A bad god. 

There are no other gods here, and I cannot move you to where they are. You are part of me now. Let that suffice.

This is your domain. But this was my place, after it was theirs.

I am this place. 

As you like.

Pascale and Lydia arrive. 

"So it really worked. All that effort and you do it in one night." 

"Benefits of having a god on your side!"

"So will I be a priestess? Is there a preferred term in your world?"

"If you desire this," whispers a voice in her ear, "to take up my cause and advance my interests. To spread my words to all who would hear. Then bend down, and take the necklace before you. Carry it always, and I will guard and aid you as I am able."

She bends down. 

"I'm honored to serve."

"Right. That makes sense. So this is the goddess. I've heard good things."

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lydia. I apologize if my actions earlier resulted in your startlement."

"It's really not a big deal. I'm meeting a goddess of learning, that's pretty much my ideal day."

"That is good to hear. Then might I offer you a blessing, to commemorate the occasion?"

"That sounds great. You give them out to every follower?"

"Yes. Many find them convenient."

"Anything to do with learning more quickly?"

"One of the blessings I offer is for memory."

"Any unpleasant side-effects? I suppose blessings wouldn't have those..."

"They are entirely beneficial."

"I'll take memory, then."

She curtsies, then pauses halfway, and bows. 

Ellayania bestows the blessing.

"It is done."

"Wait, is this...retroactive?"