"That is what they say," Marian agreed, somewhat matching the goddess' tone. Seems they were both foreigners here, but Marian didn't recognise any accent on her. Besides, America had no goddesses who looked like this one. Marian had met a couple of the Native gods since her arrival, but this curly haired goddess was not one of them. No, she had been worshipped somewhere else, somewhere across the oceans.
There was something about this goddess that drew Marian in though. Perhaps it was just that she was out here in these woods as well, and to be here by choice meant something.
"I am," Marian agreed, "when it's required." She brushed her hair back from her face and smiled just a little. "They call me Maid Marian."