--> From Front Room at Gulsehir<br/><br/><br/>Mohini's eyes widened at the words he spoke, his tale of being able to do things other mortals could not, the words about his mother. Her  mouth opened, but she didn't speak, maybe finally realizing she would be punished for her disobedience. But she had never met another who could do things like that. Her gifts were different, but then they came from a very different god. She wanted to ask him more, to learn more of what he could do, but realized that for now perhaps it would be best to remain silent once more.<br/><br/>Slowly she nodded in understanding at his words and began to shuffle forward slowly, her steps small and hobbled by the chains that kept her captive. Despite the fact that she was captive of the workings of Anastasius' god, Mohini felt a small stab of jealousy that Atnorsa was freed, while she, who had been obedient until now was kept in irons.<br/><br/>Pausing briefly in the doorway, she looked back at the other pair and then over at Anastasius as he asked his question. She frowned at him in answer but did not speak in reply, instead taking a careful step past him into the sunlight outside.