[Even before he steps through the threshold, Liem realizes that the shrine is currently occupied. He can hear the faint scuff of footsteps muffled on carpeted stone, and see the flickering of a shadow cast by the candles inside. As he approaches, however, he thinks that perhaps Set is within; it isn’t until he brushes aside the drapes obscuring the entrance that he realizes that the one in the god’s shrine is someone else entirely.
He has a moment to register a petite, feminine figure; long, gold hair fading to black; and in the corner — a small, rather floral looking dragon, curled peacefully up as though enjoying a nice nap. Then, the figure turns and the food containers in her arms — his containers — go clattering to the floor as she lets out a startled yelp. Only the presence of the dragon keeps Liem from hurrying closer in order to help clean up the sudden mess. He stays frozen in the doorway instead, his basket still balanced on his hip.]
Oh—! My lady…
[So; she is the one who has been tidying up around here, on the occasions he arrives to find an unfamiliar scent still lingering in the air, or a bit of strange, feathery scale lying under a piece of furniture. He had wondered why there should be signs of monster activity in Set’s shrine. Liem had supposed it might just be from creatures investigating the curious location, but he’s never seen any signs of violence. Surely, had woodland monsters been attracted here, Set would eventually have encountered and disposed of them. Now, he sees, at least one monster has deigned to visit in the company of this woman.
He hasn’t seen Rudbeckia much in person, but it’s impossible to miss the changes to her appearance; especially her eyes, which now look eerily like Liem’s own, pale blue on black. But of course, the strange darkness to his sclera and the pale, greyish cast to his complexion are all natural; he has never looked any different.]
Were you tidying those? Please don’t trouble yourself; I was going to take them back with me once I left.
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He has a moment to register a petite, feminine figure; long, gold hair fading to black; and in the corner — a small, rather floral looking dragon, curled peacefully up as though enjoying a nice nap. Then, the figure turns and the food containers in her arms — his containers — go clattering to the floor as she lets out a startled yelp. Only the presence of the dragon keeps Liem from hurrying closer in order to help clean up the sudden mess. He stays frozen in the doorway instead, his basket still balanced on his hip.]
Oh—! My lady…
[So; she is the one who has been tidying up around here, on the occasions he arrives to find an unfamiliar scent still lingering in the air, or a bit of strange, feathery scale lying under a piece of furniture. He had wondered why there should be signs of monster activity in Set’s shrine. Liem had supposed it might just be from creatures investigating the curious location, but he’s never seen any signs of violence. Surely, had woodland monsters been attracted here, Set would eventually have encountered and disposed of them. Now, he sees, at least one monster has deigned to visit in the company of this woman.
He hasn’t seen Rudbeckia much in person, but it’s impossible to miss the changes to her appearance; especially her eyes, which now look eerily like Liem’s own, pale blue on black. But of course, the strange darkness to his sclera and the pale, greyish cast to his complexion are all natural; he has never looked any different.]
Were you tidying those? Please don’t trouble yourself; I was going to take them back with me once I left.