<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">With their goddess’s warning, the two women prepared to greet the approaching priests. The other priestesses moved to prepare guest rooms for the men, placing out fruits and wine. They often were visited by messengers of other deities that sought answers from Nyx's prophecies. Though Apollo was the god of light and sun, which is all that chases the night away, it did not change their duty.<br/><br/>The two high priestesses carried a light created by the glowing crystals, which cast a pale blue light on their skin, and traveled down the mountain towards one of the lower cave entrances. Just as they reached the entrance, two men hurried in seeking shelter from the heavy rain.<br/><br/>Cyrene was the first to step out fully from the shadows. They wore white linen chitons, held up at the shoulder with silver hoops. The loose fabric was tightened with a rope that criss-crossed around their small waists. It ended at their ankles, revealing delicate feet wrapped in brown leather sandals.<br/><br/>“Greetings, priests of Apollo. We heard of your arrival and welcome you to our temple.” Her pale eyes traveled up and down both men, taking in the sight that stood before her. Just as the priestesses portrayed traits of their goddess, the men were gifted with the sun-kissed glow of Apollo. She smiled politely, “My name is Cyrene and this is Ariana. We are the high priestesses of Nyx.<br/><br/>“Unfortunately, it seems that Zeus is unhappy tonight to have brought us this weather. If it is a prophecy that you seek, then we shall have to wait until the storm passes. Until then, let us show you our hospitality and we shall listen to your story.” <br/></span>