[member="Cora Passek"]
Cora did not have to wait for long. A moment later, the door opened and Eileithya stood in front of her on the threshold. Siobhan would have probably just willed the door to open through the use of telekinesis without getting up, but the Priestess frowned on such casual uses of Sciia.
It seemed frivolous and disrespectful to her.
"Cora, dear, glad you're here," she said in a warm tone, giving the human a hug.
"I can take you straight to Ms. Jaeger. I believe she was in a...session with Priestess Kyaeri, but she should be free now." For some reason there was a look of mild discomfort on Eileithya's face when she uttered the word 'session', though it passed soon.
The redhead took Cora's hand and guided her down the corridor. It was a bit of a walk, passing statues of deities and icons displaying various saints and martyrs of the faith. Hushed whispers could be heard when they passed a prayer room, then they walked down the stairs.
"Our stairways are...terribly long. I believe someone higher up in the hierarchy thinks we'd grow soft if we had a turbolift," Eileithya joked. Eventually they reached what seemed to be the temple's basement. A narrow passageway brought them to the woman's room. Almost in the same moment as they reached it, the door opened and a severe looking Eldorai priestess exited.
The elf was every inch a Mistress, wore a long
black dress and stood as regal as queen. Her golden hair was tied back in a severe bun.
"May the Goddess bless you, sister," she spoke to Eileithya in flat acknowledgement. Her stance was strong, commanding, utterly inflexible.
"May the Goddess bless you as well, sister," Eileithya spoke as well.
"Is Ms. Jaeger free to see us?"
Kyaeri did not have the manners to address or acknowledge Cora.
"Yes, my session with her is over. The alien has a long road to walk, but has taken well to...discipline. Ardarvia is pleased that she is reforging herself." Somehow she managed to sound even more patronising than Tarissa.
"I hope you heeded my instructions about safety procedures and took them to heart," Eileithya said. Her warm tone had vanished, replaced with sternness. Kyaeri looked as if someone had forced her to bite a sour lemon.
"I look with nostalgia upon the old days when were not shy about meting out the Goddess' law and did not pander to foreign sensitivities," she spoke haughtily.
"But rest assured, I heeded your...suggestions. I suppose we have to remember that the Goddess' love can be overwhelmning for aliens, unlike Eldorai. Know this though: She begged to be made a Repentant." With that Kyaeri took off, the full skirt of her black dress swirling behind her.
"Every time I meet her, I feel like setting her on fire or inducing her with sickness," Eileithya muttered quietly when the Priestess was gone.
"She's a queen even by the standards of the Ardarvian priesthood."