It's the moment of truth. For years, people have wondered who would be the one promised to Amor, the Goddess' prophet and most beloved child. He'd divined, some months ago (and with no small amount of excitement) that the Goddess would declare the fated match on the last Sunday of the month. Today's the day. The entire temple is dead silent as all of the Goddess' faithful kneel in attendance. Priests and priestesses of the Goddess have come from miles around to offer themselves up to be chosen. After all, the Lead Disciple is always the prophet's spouse. Silence echoes through the halls, only the sound of breathing and your own heartbeat...and then, a feeling like warm sunlight surrounds you. The sound of talons clicking on the floor, fluttering wings, and *oof*! "Hi, hon!" Amor, the prophet, declares as he throws his winged arms around you with glittering eyes full of expectation. "I can't *wait* to get to know you~"