The Sidereal gives a slightly discomforted laugh. "Well, it's a ritual that my last incarnation came up with. Sapphire Circle, and it's probably something I could refine if I ever really needed to use it, as it costs... say fifteen too many motes?" She shrugs. "Possibly less. But I didn't bring notes with me. It puts somebody under the portfolio of Parad, or one of his underlings."<br/><br/>She takes a deep drink of the tea, exhaling. "And I have to fill out paperwork when I use it. Thankfully it's by one of his minion's request, so it's only one page."<br/><br/>"And about those gods and goddesses..." Silk takes a breath, and mimes stroking a long beard. "Know that for each thing of Creation there is a god, from the lowly, near mindless, and insensate gods of grains of sand, to the guardians of the major languages and their bastard upstarts who rule over only a single language that barely resembles anything around it."<br/><br/>Then she stops being so mock serious, and nods. "While the ones you are looking for are in my division, you'll want to be careful, because they will try and entrap you in their plots. Or at least ask for a small favor, which will inevitably turn out to be much larger than it seems."<br/><br/>Silk flushes a bit. "Or worse, they could give you gifts."