<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">[[If you guys are still up for it. sorry for the massive delay]]<br/><br/>She smiled at the two priests. “You are too kind, Diconix, Aestos. A good word from widely welcomed priests such as yourselves would be greatly appreciated. It is unfortunate that we cannot see our own fate, but I believe we will be fine as we are.”<br/><br/>Cyrene watched as someone fooled with the weather, feeling not Zeus but perhaps something darker in the skies. “Zeus is perhaps the father of the Olympians, but you are in Nyx’s temple now and your words travel to higher powers. Chaos is the father of all-- best not to speak too highly of the wrong deity.” <br/><br/>“Now, let us move away from the storm. Ariana can show you to your quarters--,” she had started back just as the skies darken again and something snuck into her mind. It was a familiar process, the feeling of the ground falling away from her and taking her to another time and place. Everything swirled around her for a moment before settling into shaky images of hot, entangled bodies, a bright flash of platinum blonde hair over dark, sun-kissed skin, and the silent screams of a burning city. Cyrene wavers as her senses returned to her and Ariana reached over to steady her sister priestess. She felt her cheeks flush with heat from the lingering images in her mind.<br/><br/>Ariana was fully aware of what had happened, familiar with the coming of visions, and sent her a questioning gaze. She had just seen a possible outcome of the near future and the fate of Thrace was somehow involved. Cyrene gripped the other girl’s arm and whispered sharply so only she could hear, “Be wary of him.”<br/><br/>The desire that she’d felt from the vision was still fresh in her body, and she shivered as she attempted to regain her composure. She couldn’t tell who it was that was bedding the priestess but could only guess that it was Diconix from his obvious advances. To top it all off, though they were not celibate, it was forbidden for them to bed followers of the day.<br/><br/>She did not wish to alarm their guests but the burning city bothered her. Perhaps that would be the fate of Thrace, but it was too early to tell. “Yes, I have a couple of things to discuss with you as well. Let us speak of matters in a more comfortable situation.”<br/><br/>The group moved back into the temple and soon after took different paths. She led him to a smaller room, similar to the dining hall, furnished with soft pillows and fur rugs. There was a low table in the center set with wine and fruit. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” Cyrene poured them both a goblet of wine before settling down on the plush pillows and watched him through her pale eyes. “Now, what was it that you wanted to discuss?</span>