From the bowl Halie drew a sponge. Her movements were fluid and silky, and with her back turned to the two priestesses she bent over to immerse the sponge in the water. The shafts of sunlight cast over her figure, highlighting it and illuminating it. Upright once more, Halie squeezed out the sponge, whose waters cascaded down her back to rain down her bottom in sparkling rivulets.<br/><br/>With her chin turned around on her shoulder, looking back at the two priestesses, Halie applied the wet sponge to her nether region. Halie's coy demeanor shifted to one of demure, her eyes half closed, biting her lower lip. Halie's audience couldn't see precisely where she applied the sponge, but the bend of her arm and the look in her eyes provided more than enough clues.<br/><br/>Halie spoke no words but turned towards the two women at the shore line of the stream. As Halie approached an agitated dog broke out from the trees. Halie could convey basic emotions to animals and especially to those within her circle of influence. She reached out to the simple, but loyal animal and put its concerns at rest. Their eyes met with the unspoken exchange, and Halie made a slight motion with her chin. The dog stayed nearby but laid down upon the grass, watching what might happen next.<br/><br/>Halie then slowly looked from one priestess to another, making no attempt to disguise how her eyes undressed each one, her gaze languishing upon the swell of their bosom and their long legs. She could feel the palpable tension between the the two proud women, and Halie was aroused. Aroused Halie may be, she was nevertheless in control of the encounter.<br/><br/>When she spoke, she spoke simply.<br/><br/>Halie raised the Bowl of Gaia before her and said "Place your daggers in the bowl. "<br/><br/>It would not be unusual to place in the holding of a hostess a guest's weapon, nor would it be unusual to offer such a treasured item as a gift to the goddess. Which it was went unsaid and could only be guessed at.<br/><br/>Halie awaited their compliance, and turned her sparking blue gaze upon the Priestess of Nike.<br/><br/>"Tell me priestess what is your name? I wish to hear you say it, for it must be beautiful indeed." Halie said, her voice a blend of curiosity and coyness.