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"There is no need for that." The words preceded the appearance of Vesira, in her full glory. Again, she was solidly in multiple places at once, but a small feat for a deity. She stood in the corner on the inside of the room, watching Shayna with a placid expression. "Why have you not laid upon the bed I've provided? Are these rooms not to your liking? Is this sacred place not peaceful enough for you to rest your weary mind?" The goddess frowned, folding her arms across her chest. She regarded the zamphir curiously. "I have another task for you, my dear. There is a type of flower that blooms at the top of the tall hills some miles from here. It is very rare and beautiful and blooms only at night. Its petals are like moonlight, or so I'm told. Only one flower blooms at the top of each hill. I want you to go and bring back to me six of these flowers. No small task, so I suggest you get some rest. This night is almost over. On the morrow, you will set out for this." The goddess turned, despite that there was a wall there and disappeared through it.

Vesira raised her eyebrow at the mortal before her. Indeed, she was correct to guess this one's boldness. The goddess gave a wry smile and was seated at the edge of the bed, her garments settling about her. She looked to the zamphir with knowing eyes, as if she looked into Miseria's soul. "Continue with your story. And relax, for here you are safe."

Ebby beamed slightly as the Goddess stated that she was pleased with her. "My name is Ebby, And Squeaker and I are at your beck and call My Lady." As Ebby mention Squeaker she nodded towards the bat on her shoulder. Ebby also recognized a dismissal when she heard one. She bowed once towards the deity and headed towards the feast. She nodded to the male in the room and sat down to eat. She loaded her plate and nibbled softly trying alittle of everything. Before she knew her plate was empty and she was full. She nodded towards the male and headed towards a room to call her own. Finally, she found a room at the end of the hall and it seemed to suit her. She smiled at the bed that was so much softer and warmer then the branches she had been resting in. She crawled into the bed and snuggled down like any cat and took a cat nap. Meanwhile Squeaker had flown up to the ceiling and rested his head there

Malachi had spent hours on his hopefully, soon-to-be, Goddess' throne room. He had done his best, and found a number of old skulls and other bones from what he had guessed to be her vampire victims. He had arranged these skulls, melding them together well to create a perfect throne, two of the larger skulls were put at the end of each arm rest, just the perfect size, he would guess, for her claws to fit around. Upon this he had also made a wonderful show of a few other boned that had been in the collection, not just skulls. Having made this, he had settled a very large, and very comfy red satin pillow upon the seat of it, completing it perfectly. To match this throne he had simply used a dark red-ish wood, polished beautifully.

Along with they thrones, there were other additions. Red and black candles dotted the room, giving a wonderful glow to the room, as the sun was, at the moment, help out by think, red curtains, velvety in texture. He had also added another, beautifully made alter in this room, right below Vesira's throne, it was made of the same red wood as the second throne. There was also now a think red length of carpet that lead from the dais, to a side door, which he guessed would be an entrance and exit for the goddess, if she wished not to poof mysteriously.

Having finished, and been happy with his work, he quickly adjusted some of the dark velvet that hung from the pillars around the large room, they seemed to sway malevolently, though there seemed no true wind to brush against them. Smirking to himself he looked around, standing before the two thrones, and speaking simply. "Vesira, oh beautiful goddess, I have finished my second task, and am ready for your eye to pray upon my work." He was guessing, that she would hear him, no matter where she was.

"Young male..." She purred, the voice preceding her. She materialized in the center of the room, looking kindly upon the baddie. "You are indeed an impressing mortal to reside amongst such a strong race of females. I commend you in this. Are your accommodations to your liking? It really is of no matter. As you please me and gain ranks your rooms will get better." She paced the room slowly, gracefully, keeping her mismatched eyes trained on Sterling. "I will appoint you a new task soon, however you have earned a rest. Feel free to spend some time exploring the temple, but be mindful of the areas you ought not to venture into. Also, feel free to speak with the others here. There is no sense in my worshipers to be strangers under the same roof." A smile played about her face. "Rest well, dear Sterling." She faded into the air, leaving the baddie to his rest.

Malachi watched as she looked around the newly designed throne room. He smirked at her praise, bowing slightly, he also thought the skulls were the best touch. Her hints and nudges of ideas set him into good spirits. He brushed hair from his bright eyes as his next task was presented to him. He thought for a moment and smirked, to give a follower a task? Maybe he had something in mind, something that might be better for a more important follower, though he might be able to place it on the shoulders of a less important, as there were few important faes to earns spots in this temple.

Following her lead, he settled into the dark wooden throne just lower than her own. His wings stretched impressively behind him before settling about his shoulders, awaiting the visitor to this chamber. His dark eyes traced the silhouette of whom might become the love of his life, this beautiful goddess.