Aerith, Avi & Tifa

[Avi]

Head still bowed low, she thanked the Goddess for her time and that she give her the guidence that she would award any of her priestesses, "Goddess grant" Going over to the table where offers could be given she placed a single lillie from her veil as a personal gift.

[The Painted Lady]

The gypsy assessed the Prince critically as he took off his headdress and spoke to her. He didn't look so Godly to her, just as normal as any other person; not that she believed in the Gods anyway. She wasn't sure whether to trust him, instincts telling her that this was a trap and that even a Prince of Egypt couldn't be trusted. Especially the Prince couldn't be trusted. Surely he'd only be worse. She weighed up her options though. Refusal gave her nothing, but if she obliged, and even if the Prince didn't grant it to her like he promised, there was still the possibility of freedom. After a long moment, with her defiant violet eyes still locked untrustingly on his, she extended her wrists to him.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Atemu gently took hold of the girl's wrists and slipped the key into the locks of the shackles, first undoing her hands and then her ankles. He then stood and stepped back.
"See. I mean you no ill will." He placed the key down on the table beside him and folded his arms, jerking with his head towards the wash room.

[Avi]

Now finished with her prayer she set about ordering around the lower priestess in preperation for the afternoon rituals. Spotting Echs? she called her over,
"I need you to help me with the sacrifices"

[The Painted Lady]

As soon as her hands were free, the gypsy girl pulled the gag from her mouth, tossing it away. She stood quickly, legs buckling slightly, still keeping her gaze fixed on the Prince as he moved away. She still didn't speak a word to him, backing into the washroom, before quickly closing the curtain behind her, as if to make sure he wouldn't follow her in.

[Tifa Lockhart]

The Prince only moved to stand by the window, eyes still flicking to the washroom occasionally.
At that moment his door swung open and a nervous looking servant dashed in, placed a bowl of fruit on the small table and then fled without a word.
Sighing, Atemu took a seat cross legged near the table and began to eat a piece of melon.

Eshe nodded and bowed to her superior.
"Of course Milady. How may i assist?"

[Avi]

Racking her brain for what needed to be done, her eyes can to rest on a teracotta bowl, picking it up she held in out in Eshe's direction,
"I need you to coat the bowl with blood of a goat...." pausing slightly to think over what needed to be done, "......and I need you to grind the herbs"

[The Painted Lady]

The gypsy girl re-emerged not long later, looking considerably less grubby than before. Her dark wet curls sat over her bare shoulders, her expression still hard as she looked over to the Prince. The purple cloth of her skirt and tunic was clean again and the bells on her hips chimed musically as she walked. She stopped, seeming reluctant to eat with the Prince, but her stomach growled hungrily at the sight of food. Begrudgingly, she darted forward, not particularly caring what she grabbed before quickly backing away to sit away from him to eat. Her piercing eyes finally left him to concentrate on her food.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Prince Atemu sighed as she darted forward to take a piece of fruit and then went to sit a distance away. He understood that she neither liked nor trusted him, but he hoped she would soon learn she could do both.
Atemu was the Pharaoh's prisoner as well, just to a slightly less literal degree than the Gypsy girl.

Eshe nodded and took the bowl, trotting off to attend to her duty.

[Avi]

Whilest Eshe was gone, Liratheia set about gathering a white cloth, blue, green, dark-blue, red and gold candles. Holding a bowl of water in her right hand, she circled the alter, sprinkling the water on the ground as she went and uttering another blessing.

[The Painted Lady]

While she satisfied her hunger, the girl took wary glances in the Prince's direction, put off by the fact that he hadn't done anything yet. It confused her; did this mean he was going to keep his word? Surely not. All Egyptian people treated the desert gypsies like dirt, capturing them and selling them off to slavery, or in her case, for the pleasure of men. But the Prince hadn't made a wrong move. Her thoughts hardened. Yet. He hadn't made a wrong move yet. It was probably a trick to let her guard down. Well, she wasn't going to be fooled so easily...

[Tifa Lockhart]

Atemu finished his slice of melon and stood slowly, knowing he might startle the gypsy woman and he knew how notoriously flawed the royal guards search for weapons often proved to be.
He picked up his eagle head mask and crossed to a stand on a pedestal near his gossamer draped bed, standing it gently in place before he turned back to his guest, noting her wary eyes on him.
He simply smiled gently.

Eshe soon returned, her bowl coated in goats blood and filled with crushed herbs.
"Here Holy one." She said, holding the bowl out reverantly to Liratheia.

[Avi]

Placing the bowl of water on the alter, she calmly smiled to Eshe,
"You still have much to learn, please hold onto it for now, until I ask for it" Keeping a calming air around her, Liratheia light an insence on a candle. Walking again round the alter, she came to a stop in the front and said a small prayer, then placing the insence on the alter she spread her arms out to shoulder height she uttered a longer blessing to Nepthys. Placing the candles on the alter, she lite each one in turn from dark blue to gold. Before gently asking for the bowl from Eshe, holding the bowl out before her she she place one hand untop and underneath, then she placed it no the alter and knelt down before it to pray.

((you guys can keep going while im gone))

[The Painted Lady]

The girl looked down quickly when the Prince turned his gaze to her and smiled. She frowned to herself, cursing inwardly. Eye contact was the best way to show courage and the ability to stand up one's self. Now, she started ignoring him instead, finishing off her fruit. Still, she didn't utter a word. It was quite a change from earlier on, but the defiance was still there.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Atemu stood silently where he was, watching his unwilling guest eat her fill.