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@Averna ^^
It had been a bit dull lately, in Evien's opinion. Not that that was a bad thing - there was always something to do, of course, with this group. Ursus was not shy with their battles, and Evien didn't mind healing them up whenever was necessary. And it was good that they weren't having to constantly worry about the Saints anymore.
It gave him time to focus on other things. Getting to know some of the other members, for starters.
A wispy white thing, spiritual and central to the pack. He'd never had a conversation with her, and he figured it was about time.
So he sought the ghostly wolf out, dark ears flicking around as he followed her scent. Perhaps he'd run into her.
fyi: Averna doesn't actually use her name, but I think that Evien might know her as Astara's sister or priest / knows that she does things with spirits :)
She was a solitary creature. Even the children that had been put into her care she did not give much attention; they were free to do as they pleased and were not regularly fed and given water; at least not by her. She'd been with the spirits more often than not; the interaction with Bear had been one of few interactions she had recently with the mortals.
The priest was at the altar to Sithis that she upkept. She turned one ear towards the other wolf upon his approach, before turning her body towards him. Ghostly pale eyes set in a narrow face looked him over questioningly while she waited to hear what he wanted. They always wanted something, even though many of the mortals did not know precisely what.
// I'm sorry! I fixed it ^^
It didn't take long to find the woman he was seeking. Evien had no idea how he expected this interaction to go down - he'd never had a conversation with the priestess before, so he didn't have a clue what she was like. But they did seem to be quite opposite to one another in terms of beliefs - spiritual versus practical.
The healer approached her, head dipping down and ears angled forward. He offered a small smile before scanning over the altar she was sitting at. "What's this?" he asked, curious about the thing. He'd never really seen anything like it before.
He furthered his approach, as she expected. Wolves tended not to approach unless they wanted something from you. She regarded him neutrally as he asked about her altar. She turned towards it and shuffled some of the birds' beaks around, as if suddenly possessed by the need to do this.
Then the priest turned back towards him and said, For Sithis.
It was rare that she did not speak in riddles only. She wondered if the bear had any altars, though did not press this question with him. All she knew was that he was close to Bear and Thief, but not much more than that. It left her with a question that would be answered within the next minute: Was he here to bond or to check up on her?
He appreciated that she wasn't cryptic about her response. "Who's Sithis?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side and watching her rearrange the beaks. It seemed nearly creepy to him, but he wasn't here to judge her. He was here to get to know her, to socialize with his pack.
So he waited, watching her and waiting for perhaps an explanation.
It was the easiest to draw a reference to explain about Sithis. Like the Bear,
she explained, still concentrated on the beaks. Then she lifted her head and looked up at him, questioning, You do follow the Bear, yes?
She knew that Bear himself was the most of a follower, but surely some of his closest would be required to follow his spirits, too? But perhaps it was not like that. In Blackfeather Woods, after all, there had been priests and leaders. Not everyone had heard the same voices she did. Not even her counterpart, Thief. Perhaps it was similar here.