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Taking you by the arm, he asks his wife in annoyance over this time-wasting display, of distracting him with some foreign con artist girl when there is a war going on. The servants too, stifle laughter at the strange, failed display on your part.
You're content to let things play out however, as being pulled away from the guard breaks your influence over him, and by the time he's risen to standing again your power has taken effect.
<span class="mu-s">"...see. I can see..."</span> the guard holds at his face, words shaking even for a tough man like him.
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">"What? Speak up man."</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">"...I can see again, your grace. My sight has returned... from nothing, to good as the other now."</span>
Silence takes the room, banishing the ridicule and annoyance that had occupied it prior. Quickly the lord unhands you, as the mortals look to you in worry and awe.
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<span class="mu-s">"A servant of the devil, I say! We cannot afford a witch in our midst!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"She was brought here in the first place. She could have been left alone among the commoners."</span>
<span class="mu-s">"And spread her poison among them? We have enough enemies as it is!"</span>
Well that's gone and done it. Your miraculous display was received well by some, badly by others, but all seem in agreement that your display of actual power cannot be taken as trickery any longer. Now you must be regarded as something serious... but a Prophetess to this "Sedjet" being? It might have been mistaken rambling of a foreign girl at first, but when you affirm your position each time, there can be no denying that you and your power are the cause of something... else. Something in opposition to the God that the mortals of these times hold faith in.
It's all a bit confusing to you though, as you sit restrained in a chair in a bleak room with barred windows and a locked door, overlooked by some gathered officials all arguing over you. Mostly religious figures, but not all of them, an advisor and noble or two of the House as well. In your time, many different faiths found place among one another, for all the gods that there were. Sure there could be tension and mortals don't always get along, but the homeland functioned more or less fine in the religious aspect for thousands of mortal years (or more, after your imprisonment). Now though, and here, the faith seems... a little unforgiving to say the least.
Partly out of desperation for sure, the struggle for survival each day is a heavy burden upon these people. As things get worse and worse, for many their faith gets stronger, which is admirable to you and something you love in the mortals. As well, their doggedness seems rooted in fear of the plague, the belief that the doom of the old world was due in part or entire to a lack of faith overtime. The only way to keep the blight from spreading, following to this new world then, is to remain vigilant in all ways including faith.
