The Grand Hall (RP)

[Heiress Faith Omen]

The Radiant Dom

A figure walked with a certain charisma of having visited a time or two. The lone woman wore a cloak of a deep navy blue with hints of gold around the trims. Her eyes were a violet color with irratation for being late. Those same eyes looked around the hall and then gave a large yell, "ANYONE HOME?!" Her lips quirked upwards in mirth when no one answered right away.

Walking further in as she took in the sight before her. Her outfit was somewhat revealing in the most tastful way. The boots echoed as she continued to walk. Her midnight black hair was braided loosely down her back. Finally she settled with her hand on her hip as she decided to start walking and find a nice place to sit down and relax for a time.

A boy in a red and white robe that was far too big from came through the doors and when he saw Radiant, he burst into a smile. He was scrawny but held promise of becoming a strapping lad and his eyes shone with intelligence. He strode right up to the woman, not at all daunted by her stand-offish persona.

"Hello! Welcome to the Temple of light. I'm Balder. Mistress Omen apologizes for not being able to greet you personally but she is busy in the arena with another guest." Balder could not have been older than fifteen and held a plain looking wooden staff to his chest.  

[The Radiant Dom]

Dom looked at the figure that moved toward her as she walked. He seemed to appear from no where, which gave her a start. She relaxed taking in his features and the welcoming air he had about him.

Snapping her fingers her luggage slowly appeared and to float near her. "Well, Send a message to my cousin that when she is done..she should come welcome the long lost sister back to her coven." She flashed a grin with her violet eyes flashed with mirth. "Also...Want to show me where I may be staying?" motioning with her luggage. She thought about how she may be the only one here at the light temple. Her Uncle's temple, Helios. She had been told many times her attitude was rough and blunt like his from her mother. She had always wondered what the man was like.