Bearclaw Valley when the sunlight is arising

The priest was tending her altar when her dark counterpart arrived. Ears perked towards her while the priest finished placing some bones upon the altar for Sithis. She greeted Thief with a chuff; no more was needed, for words had always been futile around her sibling. The pale ghost wordlessly followed when gestured to, eager to spend some time in the mortal realm. It had pulled her, lately, with thoughts of Powergirl -- not necessarily who she was but mostly what she was and what wicked desires she brought to the forefront of the priest's mind -- and she was unsure whether to give in.