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Anakeion didn't mind taking anyone to her Wonder, as long as she scheduled it, and therein usually laid the problem - she wasn't the type to schedule things. (Hell, most of the time she only figured out her Wonder-travel cooldown was up was when she mumbled the oath to herself and didn't get a mental feeling not dissimilar to looking at a locked door. It was not exactly a science. It probably could have been, but she didn't care enough for that.) Still, every once in a while she could muddle her way through her abject laziness to help someone else out, and Larissa was getting her good deed of the month.

Or the week. It depended on how much sugar she'd had and how charitable she was capable of feeling that day.

"Yep! Anakeion of Castor, and before you ask - no, Castor's not in the solar system, and yes, he's a Royal currently running around DC." The Squire shrugged, hopping to her feet. "If you weren't gonna ask that, sorry, but enough people go 'hey who the ******** is Castor' so now I just preempt the questions. You ready?"

Anakeion bit her lip, a moment of brief distraction; as much as she was glad Larissa had taken an interest, there was still a nagging moment of doubt, of this is my place and mine alone, she doesn't belong there, she doesn't get to see -- it was hardly a thought of Amynta's, so it was this lifetime's alone, and it discomforted her. Was she really that sort of person, to be that surreal brand of selfish?

Well, it didn't matter, not really. If she didn't think about it, it wasn't true at all. Ignorance was bliss! "Uh, I need contact for this, probably, so I'm not grabbin' your hand to be a creeper or whatevs. I swear." One hand locked fingers tight against Larissa's, and the other took a tight grip on her shortstaff, eyes half-lidded with meditation, with concentration -- "I pledge my life and loyalty to Castor, and to Anakeion. I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine." (She said it with the sort of fealty normally reserved for prayers. It meant more than it was, heavy roots of it tied deep under her skin, flashes of a world she'd never really know because she was a thousand years too late to wake. It brought other questions, sometimes -- had there been other Anakeions, in that thousand years, hers by blood but not by spirit? Had they died? It was a pain, to linger on those things, but sometimes they set up links deep in her chest and sat there for days on end until she cried it out.)

It was only half-a-second, the feeling of movement, but they were there.

Doubled twin suns laid overhead in the cool sky, growing-grass and stone underneath their feet; the two of them stood at the entrance to Anakeion, arching walls overhead, columns and pillars where they had always been. The pathway they rested on was cracked-through with disrepair, and Anakeion tsked at it, rolling her eyes as she tugged Larissa through the frontway into the temple proper - arching lines and crumbling walls prevailed.

"It used to be a big place -- can see that when I get visions -- but, uh. Ain't an architect, so I just kinda fix up what I can and hope I'm not committing crimes against nature. At least some'f it fixes itself when I'm gone if I'm dutiful or whatever..."

Anakeion shrugged. "It was in preeeetty shitty shape the first time I got here, but, y'know, dunno what else I would've expected, considerin' the place has been abandoned for like one-K years?" She pronounced the K loud and clear and craned her head back to look at the roof -- yep, still collapsed in on itself in at least two corners, same as the last time she'd checked. Seemed the place only wanted to fix itself up so much, and the rest of it was left to strength and more strength.

It was kind of a workout routine. She tried not to think of it like that, mostly because Anakeion knew the moment she thought of something as being productive she'd instantly stop wanting to do it, but the results were what they were: she'd gained muscle since she'd started clearing her Wonder and waking up her memories, the only remaining ghosts of people infinitely long-dead. "I come here like once a month or whatever and hang out for about a day? If I disappear for sixteen hours, twenty-four hours, I can just tell my fam I'm hanging out with friends for the day and also my phone's gonna be off for, like. Reasons."

"Yeah, but that's, like, a planet," Anakeion stressed, "not a temple? Or an asteroid or a comet or whatevs, who knows. That's a way bigger area, so you probably have way more stuff lying around." She tossed her staff aside into the grass without even looking. It'd still be there, probably? And if it wasn't, it wasn't as if it'd be a problem. This was her place; nothing else could intrude, nothing else could be here, without her blessing and her allowance. The only ghosts here were memories (probably).

"I could probably relax, but I don't come here that much? So it feels silly to come here and not do something, y'know? And I'd keep wondering if I was being haunted the entire time." Ghosts were probably real, Anakeion figured. Magical girls and reincarnation and sentient human aliens were real, why not one more? She didn't have any concrete proof about it, of course, but she wasn't exactly sure about it anyways. It was more of a hunch.

She tapped her foot, then, hesitant to move on yet, feeling like there was some sort of ceremony or some sort of regality she was supposed to give Larissa -- but nothing came to mind. If there was a memory about that, she'd yet to unlock it yet.

"C'mon, though! There's this one area that I think used to be a dorms or somethin', I've gotten most of it cleaned up by now!" Grinning, she took off at a leisurely pace, gesturing behind her to imply Larissa's passage and following. "It looks better than the rest of this place, or at least it's, like, the most comfortable -- " and on and on she went, chattering away, filling the empty space and empty air with words to drive any fear away.