The goddess in question, who was properly called Ixchel, but often deigned to be called by other things in lesser tongues, or even by the name of the island by petitioners nods. The look of sheer joy on her face would make anyone think that somehow Azure had given her several decades worth of slaughtered calf offerings, burnt on rare, fragrant woods, all tinged with cinnamon.<br/><br/>Ambrosia is a thing unknown to the world at large, so Ixchel does explain to Azure a small amount of what makes this so special (only rarely is the combination of sacrifice and prayer enough to produce a large block of the waxy, chocolate scented material), practically lifting Azure and spinning from joy.<br/><br/>Smiling, the goddess speaks, "Azure, for such a wonderful gift, I think that you deserve a reward." And quite suddenly, Ixchel is in a rather abbreviated version of woman's clothing for the West. The skirt and necklace make only the barest attempt at giving her any modesty, and a few artful dabs of paint (active essence, really) accentuate her full form. "Or perhaps I should look more like Ebony, so you don't feel that you've missed out?"