Otter Creek I should wear the armor, and you the gown

A sharp pain and a sudden new weight on one's neck? It sounded like divine intervention, but whose gods she could not say. Perhaps Molag Bal, God of Domination and Slavery. It sounded like something he would do, to brand his chattel. Potema became suddenly wary of the woman, but tried her hardest not to show it on her face, not to dissway the woman. 

The woman introduces herself, Adelina, she says. Potema notices something in her eyes before; yet again the woman was startled by her eye. What about it, she could not say, but she liked the effect. "Potema." She returns, meeting her gaze before turning back to the stars. "What do you know about the night sky?"