Larksong Grotto eat your kings

briefly, when hiram finally arrived, hosannah could not look at him. she remained with her gaze fixed to the earth. then, with a subservient and nervous shifting of her eyes, she looked to daniel as if to seek permission for something. she did not want to speak out of turn; and the inquisitor could have easily taken over from that point. before he could, hosannah gathered her courage and spoke up - sounding all the more like her old self, despite appearances.

this is... they are here for you, hiram, she swallowed thickly then, her ears folding back as a strong sense of dismay overcame her. hosannah leveled her eyes upon hiram as she spoke his name and then continued: raas has brought you the esteemed high inquisitor daniel, she flicked a glance to the man in question but her expression was glazed, until resuming its intense stare at the cardinal.

heba, my cousin, and her brother shiloh, more glances; a veiled sneer almost took hold of her face as she looked towards heba, yet the woman contained herself just in time. as she drank in a deep breath of the grotto's pine-filled air, she breathed it out and seemed to deflate. they are here to judge you -- us -- in the name of the lord. it is... a blessing.

it was hard to spin something as disastrous as this moment; hosannah had never anticipated this occuring, and now was left to concoct an escape plan -- or just a general survival plan -- and hoped she could survive all that was to come.