>>5439416>>5439228>>5439232>>5439303>>5439330>>5439351>A goddess bows before no mortal. With the highest authority in this domain as your witness, let them all know what they are dealing with. {Specify.}Finally having an audience befitting you, the truth now seems appropriate. Or at least, more towards the truth. Unveiling your divinity entirely would surely frighten these mortals, and make things unpredictable. There is a time and place for that surely, but while you can accomplish what you need to without it, you consider it a worthy course of action.
<span class="mu-b">"Seg-get? What did you say dear, Suh-jiet?"</span>
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">"You said she was from Namar? That is not right, she is... what was it, pyramids you mentioned girl?"</span></span>
<span class="mu-r">"Menaj... and it was Sedjet, I said."</span>
You answer along and continue to play the part as the ruling couple question and try to get to know you... although the lord doesn't seem too eager to be here, only at the insistence of his wife. When you do get the chance to speak for yourself though and proclaim the desired "truth" about yourself... you're met with confusion at first. The few servants present look utterly clueless, and with an education the lord only vaguely recalls your desert homeland from books.
Indeed, they think you're acting silly or some such at first, and try to see through whatever game they think you're playing with them.
<span class="mu-b">"You do not need to behave this way with us, Zafira. You are safe and welcome now in our home, not surviving beyond the walls."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"Behave..."</span> you groan in annoyance, remembering this aspect of mortals you <span class="mu-i">don't</span> like. <span class="mu-r">"The safety and welcome is Sedjet's to give."</span>
Rather than try to bandy your way through social etiquette that is unfamiliar to you, in order to convince these mortals of what you say... instead a demonstration seems in order. Seeing is believing for them, after all. Looking among the servants then, you settle on the guard who is blind in one eye from a Northmen raid. Asking for his cooperation and swaying him with your presence, you guide the man to kneel for your height, taking his head in your hands. Whispering divine words over him, you give a kiss to his dead eye and impart your favor, hugging him to your body after. All the while you keep your own eyes closed, to hide your divinity which would become obvious when your eyes started glowing with a godly light, upon performing this miracle.
All of this of course is watched by everyone present, to mixed reactions. At first your behavior is regarded is something strange and foreign, like you are, but eventually the tolerance of these people runs thin when your prolonged contact with the man is seen as inappropriate and unladylike. Disparaging comments uttered from those present, eventually patience wears thin and Lord Swifthawk moves to separate the two of you.
