Welcome to Gaia! ::

Irina was glad to see that the woman didn't seem to be too shocked by Kal. Most people thought it strange that an animal could eventually become a mostly-humanoid child. "I'm new to motherhood, but it's been wonderful so far. Kalpana is a very good girl," she said with a grin. "She listens to her mother," she added, looking down at the badger who had twisted her head around to listen to her mother compliment her.

Irina petted her fur, stroking from head to tail before looking up again to see a flask being handed to her. "Thank you. It smells wonderful already." She took a sip and proceeded to put the flask close to Kalpana's mouth. The badger sniffed at it, and licked a few drops from the spout where Irina had poured it into her own mouth. She seemed to like it, pushing her head further into the flask to get more sweet nectar.

"Looks like we found something she likes," Irina giggled, looking up to see the priestess whisper something into the delivery-boy's ear. It made her curious, and she watched the boy head away, toward the front of the crowd. "So, this ceremony...How exactly do you select the woman who will be the Savior's mother? I've never been to this festival before. It's intriguing."

(I don't know if I can interact with an NPC, but I thought I would give it a try)

Now that Ash was caught from either a game of hide or seek....or cat and mouse, DeArca had finally explored the event a little further, his eyes bursting around left and right to find Illyana. "This is getting to be hopeless, Ash. My Tellbook hasn't answered my questions ever since and I have no clue how to find Illyana in this place. There is just too many women here"

Ash squeaked, clenching his little claws into DeArca's clothing so not to fall off. When he heard that Illyana was perhaps here, he squeaked...not because he was happy, but because he was curious to learn more. Now that things were looking up for DeArca, perhaps an adventure was to be made.

DeArca had but one choice to hopefully get a lead on Illyanan's whereabouts...asking the priests and priestesses of the event. With just a tap of the shoulder, he would get the attention of a nearby priest and priestess, and began to describe to them Illyana's characteristics. Brown hair, lovely eyes with a innocent sparkle, came from a lumber farm in the far north like him...and always wore brown clothing, even though she would have to wear the white clothing for the theme of the event. "Can you please help me?" He asked.

Silver looked over to see Kidra, Stefan's temporary caretaker and member of Esperita's caravan. "Kidra! How are you? Are you here for the festivals as well, or did you just happen to be here at the right... or wrong time?" Silver chuckled. She had NO idea what they were getting themselves into - and she was enjoying herself.
Aisrhan grudgingly nodded her head in greeting, only because her mother had told her to behave herself. All she remembered of this woman was that she had given her mother that deer, and though she had been fond of Stefan at first, he took up too much space. His hooves had often found her tail, and like any creature who disliked being trampled on, she decided she no longer liked him. She didn't protest when Valelldia found him a new home.
Khevashi made a noise that sounded like a caw and a giggle at the same time and raised a hand to wave at Kidra.

"Well, I'm glad she likes it," the priestess said, beaming, and looking around for another bearer of treats to be able to give something sweet to her Candidate. "As for the ceremony, the spirit will chose which Candidate it wishes to be its mother. We have very little to do with it, except that we decide which Candidates should be in the inner circle, closer to the spirit- and those which will be on the outer circles. As far as I know, there's never been a Candidate chosen from a far outer circle-although I don't know if that's because of our ability to know which Candidates the Spirit will like... or if our placing them there has a difference. So little is known in religion."

She smiled, and looked around again for a treat bearer. She ignored one person they passed- acting, as all the other White Secters- that everyone in the crowd was normal, and not infused by any sort of magic. The froglike boy, she pretended was like any other.