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Aselia wandered through the market fuming. So many things were changing. So many earthlings seemed to desire Aisha's help thought they had 'Gods' of their own. Were they really abandoning their own god in favor of Aisha? Clenching her fists Aselia approached a stall before pointing to her usual food. If they were so quick to abandon the 'Gods' of their birth, how quick would they be to discard Aisha?

Not to mention, they were causing strife as of late. With the band of sisters rising up to support her efforts to hold to tradition Aselia was starting to feel like the tides were pulling her every direction. Eshe was lax she knew that, she understood it as that, perhaps the sisters she had met the other day were right in what they were saying.

Grinding her teeth together Aselia thanked the Alkidike at the stall before gathering up her food and moving away from the throng of people. Grateful that her duties for the day were finished. Somehow she wondered if Eshe had sensed her frustration with the hybrids and had purposefully given her only pure children of Aisha this time. Taking a bite of her foot Aselia continued her walk through the market. Refusing to meet the gaze of anyone around her.

Aselia paused as she heard someone calling out distinctly. It felt more directed towards her than anyone around her. Turning around to look for the source of the voice the mystic to be's eyes settled on a strange Alkidike. She was Alkidike right? Her eyes narrowed dangerously on the girl as she tried to discern any potential form of earthling in her. Her entire feature was off, different, but if she was pure perhaps that meant that once again, something strange had happened with the lotus'. Was Aisha wearing on in years and getting tired? The mystic glanced up to Aisha before turning to look at the strange sister again. Trying to put on a smile she tilted her head to the side in an attempt to look less threatening. "Ah sorry, I've been lost in thought. Was there something I can help you with sister?"

Aselia narrowed her gaze on the mystic in front of her. Names still escaped her, and with all the lessons she had been going through, it wasn't like she had time to really memorize them like Eshe did. That put her in an awkward situation, and it made her feel uncomfortable. Lost in her own thoughts Aselia wasn't really looking at anyone or anything. That was until the Alkidike before her had mentioned not looking like her sisters. She was well aware that even her pure sisters saw her that way. Thankfully the group she had taken leadership over recently didn't seem to see her markings as a flaw but rather a gift from Aisha. And she was likely to go with them for that simple fact alone.

Letting one of her fingers travel absently over her markings Aselia gave the sister a bright smile. It was better to be sensitive to her sisters than to feel selfish and Narcissistic about her own thoughts and desires. If meeting her gave this Alkidike peace then she would have to do her best to give this sister just that. "It must be hard," Aselia began, "To know you're different but not. Once in a while things like this happen. There are sisters who aren't born whole. Some even have deformities in their Antenna you know. But Aisha makes no mistakes. Rest easy on that knowledge sister."

Shifting to move away Aselia could feel Aisha's tug that there was more to this meeting then what she was originally brushing off. "Are you hungry?"

Aselia gave a swift nod. "Yes of course. I will be waiting over there." Pointing towards a thick tree in the distance Aselia gave the woman a smile and a short wave. Turning to wander closer to the tree she had mentioned. It was quieter here, away from the main crowd and there was a strange marking on the tree. Half lidded eyes stared at the marking. Her fingers crossed over the etched bark. It was a message from the group for her. What a credulous way to attempt calling out to her. Why not just send a message with Popoie? Or come in person. Why leave messages everywhere.

Biting into her food as she waited for Ilyra to return. Perhaps she could ask the girl her views on traditions. Would she see herself as a hybrid? Or a blooded sister like herself? The idea that it could go either way interested Aselia, tilted her head to the side and opened her palm. Concentrating she attempted to call for the flames that flickered and died like sparks in the fire. The more frustrated she grew the less she could control her magic and the less she could summon it.

Grunting Aselia gave up and took another bit of her food. Turning away from the tree to watch for the strangely colored Alkidike.

Leaning back against the tree she had been inspecting Aselia's mind wandered away from where she was. Raising her eyebrows in a welcoming manner when Ilyra returned. She blinked at the womans apology but made no move to excuse it or deny it. It was simply there, words probably meant out of politeness. Taking in a deep breath as she swallowed the food she had been chewing on Aselia looked the girl over. Giving her a smile. Normally custom would dictate she respond in kind with her own name, but everyone already knew who she was. Because of that, Aselia found it redundant to go around responding with. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Aselia. In the end it would just be wasted air.

Crossing her arms over her chest the Novice mystic looked long and hard at Ilyra. At least the girl had introduced herself so Aselia wouldn't feel the fool later for not having known her. "I have a question for you Ilyra, what is your opinion on the 'others'... you know the ones of mixed birth. Who have earthling in them. What do you think about them?"

Complicated, yes it was that certainly. But Aisha gifted so many and Aselia couldn't help but wonder exactly what the great diety was thinking by creating so many 'others'. Listening to Ilyra, Aselia made no outward appearance as to how she really thought of the sisters words. In her mind, it was up to the Alkidikes themselves to protect Aisha from having to taint herself with the 'others'. "Aisha is too kind." Aselia added thoughtfully.

Tugging on one of her kinked dreads Aselia looked towards Aisha again. This sister would not be a good candidate for recruitment, the others would eat her alive. However she was a good example of the tolerance the sisters seemed to be developing for the 'others'.

Popoie whistled up in the branches of the trees. "What do you think of those who want to bring back tradition?" Aselia asked again.

"Keeping our lands pure for instance." Aselia began turning to regard the strangely colored sister. "By protecting our Aisha from the invasion of all these earthlings who seek to join us. To weaken us." That was only the start of the traditions that Aselia spoke of. "More importantly, the traditions that made us a strong people. A feared people. We nearly had Jauhar as our own land, an extension of our home before we discovered knew ones. What do you feel about bringing back our strength. As it is now even some of our kind fear the pathetic power of the obans. That must change."