Aerith, Avi & Tifa

[The Painted Lady]

Saira almost found herself smiling back. Almost.
"That's comforting to know," she said, brushing one of her dark locks from her eyes. Her hair had now dried into soft waves.
She looked to the dying sunlight coming from the window. It wouldn't be long until nightfall. And there was still the mystery of where she would sleep, if indeed she stayed at all.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"If you choose to stay..." The Prince began, again seemingly like he was hearing her mind, "Which i hope you do... you can have my bed." He gestured to the large curtained bed on the raised platform behind him. Again he smiled at her warmly.

[The Painted Lady]

Saira eyed the Prince sceptically for a moment. Not only because she was suspicious of his offer of his bed, but also because he had answered her thoughts. Again. But something about his smile made her a little more trusting.
"I guess I have no where else to go..." she said slowly.

[The Painted Lady]

((*Knock knock?* ))

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Make yourself at home." He said warmly with a kind smile as he headed towards the door.
"Will you be wanting to retire now?"

[The Painted Lady]

Saira played with one of her bangles, standing as he walked past her. She glanced to the window again, where the light flowing in had faded.
"I suppose so..." she said, violet eyes locking back on him again.
She couldn't hold back her curiousity. "But where will a Prince sleep if his room is occupied?"

[Tifa Lockhart]

Atemu turned and regarded her again for a long moment before he shrugged.
"I do not usually sleep in here anyway." He said with a casual smile, "So don't worry about me. Just rest easy."

[The Painted Lady]

Saira didn't drop her gaze as the Prince watched her for a moment before he spoke.
"Okay..." she said in reply, not wanting to sound as if she cared too much.
"Good night then, Atemu," she said, using his name instead of title.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Atemu smiled and gave a half bow.
"Goodnight Miss." He then left the room and proceeded down the hieroglyphed corridors towards the temple of Nepthys, he had to find a particular priestess he wished to speak with.

[Avi]

Slowly ending her song of praise Liratheia held her hands to her chest in prayer position,
"Oh wise and graceful lady of the mansion, grant immortality of soul to those who art in need, allow justice to be given by the unjust, for the water that flows through the Nile help to make it cleanse our bodies, for the weather grant us with the desire to grow food for your house, have your wild birds watch over us and guide us beneath their mighty wings." Taking a deep breath Theia held her arms out above her head and closed her eyes
"Nepthys, she of darkness, under the cover of the moon at night send those of evil to the underworld where Anubis shall watch over them"

[Tifa Lockhart]

Atemu stood at the entrance to the shrine, not wanting to cross Nepthys holy threshold until her priestess had completed the ritual. So instead he watched the head priestess with warm golden eyes.

[Avi]

"She who we are devoted to allow us to bathe in your ever lasting watchfullness over our fallen souls so that one day we shall reach your loving arms and be embraced in your outstretched wisdom." With her last words Theia lowed her arms down to hold them over her shoulders, "Nepthys praise be to thee" Bowing her body down low so as to almost touch her knees Theia released a sigh. Steping down from the alter platform Theia bathed her hands in the water provided by a novice.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Atemu still remained where he was as the Head Priestess seemed to have finished, he was conscious of the territory of Gods, and as Ra and Nepthys were opposing forces, he decided it best not to try her patience. But he would let it be known via body language that it was the head priestess he wished to see.

[Avi]

Gently wiping her hands on the lush soft cotton cloth being held by another novice, she had a quiet word with them to set about clearing the alter, as they moved off to carry out their duties Theia sorta the eyes she felt watching her. Glancing around the room she near didnt notice the prince standing in the doorway, his eyes carving a line through her temple, they had not always seen eye to eye as they followed opposing Gods. Calling over a high ranking priestess Theia sent them forth to inquire as to the princes presence.

[Tifa Lockhart]

As one of the high priestesses approached him the Prince bowed to her, though the only religious officials who rivaled him in status were the Arch Priests or Priestesses (like Theia), he still liked to show a degree of respect to all of the God's servants.
"How may i be of service to you my Prince?" The High priestess asked.
"I wish to speak with your Arch Priestess if you please.... the matter is rather important." His golden eyes had darkened to a blue-black colour now, giving them a pupiless appearance.