Another pair emerged from their chambers, one of whom actually fell to the floor. He was large, reptilian, and grouchy. Everybody who underwent the transformation came out with different gifts. Sure, many people went in hoping for something to rival the king’s own power, but what did he expect? Sometimes the only changes were cosmetic, like with Apelarious, unless he had something that hadn’t revealed itself yet. At any rate, Dragul seemed to have undergone a change at least as dramatic as her own, so what cause had he to complain?<br/><br/>She didn’t bother stifling her giggle at the lady Lucia’s gasp. The girl was glowing like something out of a romance novel. Fitting for one of her station, doubtless she’d go far. Long had the Inhumans believed that the mist exposed one’s true self. If that was the case, she would watch lady Lucia’s political career with great interest. A woman who glowed…no, she seemed to be<i>made</i>of light…had to be something special.<br/><br/>Seeing as how Munelon was taking care of her and Dragul was a grouchy gunlark, she elected to remain alongside Apelarious. She delivered a quick slap to his back with her tail, almost reflexively, no stronger than a slap upside the head. Lamia wanted to be mad at him, making a careless comment about the mists killing people like that. It was exceedingly rare and with everyone on edge from the lack of people was completely tactless. But it was also an intelligent point to bring up…if not one she particularly liked.<br/><br/>She forced a scowl on her face though and did her best to glare at him for scaring the poor lady. After a moment she shook her head and turned away before her expression broke.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">“I don’t know about you all, but I want to know where everybody’s gone. Our brethren still in the midst of their change will be fine, it’s more important to discover why the ceremony was interrupted than it is to wait around for them to finish.”</span><br/><br/>That said, she made her way to the podium where the priest had initially stood. The screen displayed holy texts, though she knew it might also contain his notes. Priests were frequently given the tasks of arranging marriages for the newly transformed, if their houses didn’t already have a match in mind of course. Maybe there would be some clue there. Better to find out before she left the chamber altogether than to leave it behind and forget.