Hoshor Plains i was a goddess — now i ache.

And soon, they were no longer alone, as expected. Hemera turned, her gaze settling upon Periane, who had already taken note of the quiet stranger. Yet when she followed her sister’s line of sight, she saw nothing at first; only the stillness of the world, wrapped in winter’s hush. Her head tilted slightly, then, like a wisp of frost catching the light, she noticed him. A pale boy, lingering at the edges, hesitant to step forward. 
The doe beside her remained unmoving, yet there was no wariness in her stillness; only quiet welcome. Perhaps it was best if she, too, did not move towards him. So Hemera stood, a figure carved in hushed reverence, her presence as unyielding as stone, a soft grunt escaping her throat. The little ghost has been noticed.
Hemera’s gaze drifted back to Periane, a silent question resting upon her features. „A priestess requires a guardian,” she murmured once more, this time in the common tongue, „Would you not agree?” The words hung in the air, a quiet invitation. Yet even as she spoke, her plum eyes found their way back to the boy, watching, waiting.