Though it was Cyrene that warned him about speaking highly of the wrong deity Diconix watched Ariana. He found her shyness and uncertainty attractive though all his advances seemed not to have effected her in the least. Ever being the diplomat he let the Priestess comment pass while quietly asking Apollo for protection. Nyx predated the Olympians, this was true, but she had not stayed with the Titans and so avoided their fate when defeated by Zeus. The story of Zeus defeating his father Chromos was well known.<br/><br/>So instead he gave her a slight bow as if accepting her superior advice. She was suggesting the lovely Ariana show them to quarters when she seemed to have a dizzy spell. Diconix moved to catch her if she fell but she remained standing and was aided by the other priestess. He cast a glance at Aestos as if to warn some of the gods were playing with the mortals this night. Perhaps the threat to Thrace was much more then any had imagined. A contest between the gods much as ancient Troy had been? Was it a pitting of Apollo and Nyx against… who?<br/><br/>The moment passed quickly and Cyrene appeared to have recovered though apparently plans had changed. Instead of being shown to quarters they were taken to a smaller room similar to where they had dined and were invited to sit around another table with refreshments.  So disturbing was the events that Diconix didn’t even watched their swaying hips this time. Aestos had wanted to speak with Cyrene it seemed alone. A good plan dividing the priestess between them. He didn’t know what his friend had in mind but it was he was honor bound to aid him.<br/><br/>“Oh excuse me.” Dionix yawned into the back of his hand. “Your excellent repass and the long walk has taken their toll on me I’m afraid. You mentioned Ariana showing us to our quarters?” He favored her with a pleasant look. “I will leave Aestos to talk with you until he joins me later.” Diconix gave the girl a smile and a question with his eyes.<br/><br/><br/>