<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/ycYAqb2.jpg)<br/><em>Merela<br/>the Demon Queen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=230865.msg11346807#msg11346807)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Health</strong>: -0    <strong>DDV:</strong> 6    <strong>DMDV:</strong> 6<br/><strong>Essence</strong>: 19/19 (personal)  |  33/41 (peripheral)  |  8 (committed)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/></div><hr/></div><br/>There was much to attend to before meeting with any of the others, now that she was shunted out of the South to the exact opposite end of Creation.  She had left simple instructions for her followers in An Teng--they were canny enough to survive without her as they had done until she absorbed their devotion.  If necessary they could always attract her attention as well.  Naturally she decided it would be best to go north early to set up a small base of operation, and the destitute region of the Island of Waste was a ripe target for assimilation.  They needed hope and direction and she could offer them all of those things, all they needed to do was accept her divinity.  Of course not many converted quickly, but a small handful was a good start, and they could easily be molded and grown in time.  She instructed them explicitly to follow the laws set out by the rulers of the region, especially by showing their hospitality to others.  If they needed more she could always provide it to them, and if their guests saw that their goddess answered their prayers so directly then perhaps they too would convert...<br/><br/>But she had to leave, in time, to meet with the others.  So it was that she found herself on the island that was home to the Silver Tankard.  She entered in her own time, a tall figure full of authority yet largely ignored by the mortal patrons--for a variety of reasons.  The dancer on the stage had certainly attracted the attention of the majority of the inhabitants of the tavern, but the golden crown set with a mysterious jewel also had a certain magic of its own to make most ignore the more peculiar characteristics that she had--or at least not make her seem out of place.  To those with an Essence at least as powerful as her own, though, she shone through with her true brilliance.  Prismatic, dragonfly-like wings remained folded behind her back, though the arches shown just over her shoulders.  Shoulders of a bronzed color were bare, the furred clothing she chose to wear left her arms and shoulders bare, coming to a point at her neck where it wrapped around.  It was a soft sky-blue color which emphasized a golden necklace that seemed as if it were part of the garment itself, with a fiery gem in the center.  Thin patches of fur showed at the trim, which made it slightly thicker than what she would have prefered to wear, but still the outfit clung to her chest and stomach and hips in just the right way.  At her hips it flared out slightly in an ankle-length dress, there was a slit down the side though it was fastened shut with a number of buttons.<br/><br/>Sharp eyes looked ahead for the other she was intending to meet.  She eventually noticed someone that looked at least similar to Damiel and decided it was close enough to take the chance.  She took a route that would make her approach obvious so that she could judge a look of recognition which would confirm her suspicion.<br/><br/>"Another of your dalliances?" she asked the Fiend before regarding Chihiro briefly.