Nehmahati's steps were light and sure as she continued down the path, her eyes forward.  It felt so good to be surfaced, to be with her Kalab.  After a few moments, she heard him speak with that rare humor and her lips curved in an amused grin as she glanced back towards him.  "Oh, I am sure they haven't.  They wouldn't want their plans to fall apart, now would they?  They certainly were prepared to have me reincarnated.  Though I am not in complaint of that particular strategy."  She said with words that were laced a little with sarcasm.<br/><br/>She could sense the temple drawing close.  Her parent's power resignated from it like a beacon.  "It isn't far, my love."  She murmured, her eyes narrowing.  She wouldn't be surprised if the priests were prepared for them.  Her parents had probably already informed them of their coming.  Her fingers coiled a little tighter around Kalab's hand in reassurance.  She could still feel Kala stirr within her, but she knew that Kala would not remember anything when she came back to.  Possession was a tricky thing and often times, the first few times at the very least left the possessie blacking the events out.  Sometimes it was always so, sometimes the person being possessed learned how to keep themselves self aware enough to remember.<br/><br/>It was of no concern to Nehmahati.  It wasn't long before the temple came into sight, the old weathered stones rising high to almost rival the heights of the trees that surrounded them.  "Here we are, love."  She said, a smile curving her lips.  She lead him towards the entrance, which was held closed by large wooden doors.  Before they got too close, the doors were pushed open by a couple of robed priests, who's heads were bowed.  She paid them no attention as she continued to lead Kalab forward into the inner chambers.  Within it, the ceilings were high and straight before them was a large stone alter.  Beyond that, not far from the alter, set against the wall were two large statues built to resemble the likeness of their parents, the god and goddess Rorik and Varik.<br/><br/>There were candles light all around to give the chambers a dim glow and seven priests stood perfectly still in a wide semi-circle between the statues and the stone alter.  The one in the center stepped forward, pulling back the hood of his robe to reveal the older man beneath.  "It is good to see you two home.  Your parents have been looking forward to your arrival."  Nehmahati gave a small half smile, though her expression showed no amusement.  "I am sure that they have."  She said, her voice sharp.<br/><br/>She turned towards Kalab and rose on the balls of her feet to give him a quick kiss upon his lips before pulling away, knowing full well that it was teasing.  She didn't doubt that he was probably restraining himself.  "Let me call them."  She said softly before turning and moving towards the statues themselves.  When she neared the base of them, she slid a blade from her sheath and quickly pricked her finger.  Blood pooled to the surface and she leaned in to the base of the statues and began to draw symbols with her blood.  She began to murmur in the ancient tongue, to summon them.  When she was done, she stood slowly, her eyes lifting to the faces of her parents that were carved in stone.  "Come now, my beloved mother and father.  I am home."<br/><br/>She turned and made her way back towards Kalab and stood beside him, waiting.  After a few moments, she felt a soft breeze just before feeling that wave of power as their parents stepped out from the shadows.  She inhaled an almost inaudible breath as she gazed upon them.  They had come in their original forms and they had not changed.  Their father's hair was stark white against his pale white flesh and it's tendrils moved as if on their own accord around his body.  His eyes were a sharp pale grey white color and he stood tall, at the height of 6'2.  Their mother was a sharp contrast and looked more like Nehmahati had when she was alive.  Her skin was a perfect bronze, her black hair hung down long, past her knees and moved with that same life as their father.  Her eyes were an emerald sharp green.  The only difference of looks between Nehmahati and her mother were small details in the eyes and face.  Her mother was slightly taller at 5'11.<br/><br/>Both of them were naturally breathtaking, as they always had been.  Their mother was the first to speak.  "My lovelies....it has been too long since you have been home."  Her expression had grown softer and Nehmahati found herself glad to see her mother.  Her mother had always had a soft spot in her heart.  Their father, on the other hand...well...they had not always agreed.  The smile that curved Nehmahati's lips was true this time.  "It is good to see you mother."  Her eyes slid to her father and for a moment, held a sharp coldness.  "Father."  She said simply, leaving it at that.