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It had been several days since the coronation of Vyx’aria Tor’Rahel as Queen of the Drow, and the grand temple was abuzz beyond its chiseled stone walls. The priesthood was in a definite state as the bloody ordeal of Vyx’aria’s ascension had affected them greatly. Between all of the priestesses an high priestesses lost to disagreements on whether a deposed queen still held a claim to the throne, as well as the rising economic debates of how the cost of the coronation should be fairly split between the state and the priesthood, things were liable to be busy for quite a while, at least until a new generation of priestesses could be fully trained to lighten the load.
Hebemarri’s situation was no different. Living hersel in a room alone, so that she could take a form she would prefer no one knew about, the dragon priestess of Maelzafan was looking over documents left over from one of her high priestess sisters who died loyal to the previous regime. This was a task usually meant for a scribe, but the writings of high priestesses were holy, and thus only permitted to the eyes of those of equal or greater station.
Most of it was junk. Hebemarri had no interest in preserving coy letters between now-executed drow, or documents that seemed written only to give the high priestess something to do in her free time. Whatever still had a use or at least a place worth considering, was put together to be filed down to an ordained document censor and then the archives.
“Truly, this is the price of one’s devotion to Maelzafan.” Hebemarri sighed as she skimmed across a scroll on beeswax blessing, which had been borrowed from the archives and never returned. She then placed it on one of many sorting piles.
“At least this disgusting form has some sort of use, papers are served so much better by hands than magic or claws—even if those hands leave so much to be desire.”
Hebemarri plucked another document from the top of the slowly shrinking pile. This one was a recent one, received only shortly before Vyx’aria’s return. In the top right corner was the printed insignia of the scouts, with a title reading "Findings Report: Blyn’fal Steam Corridor investigation". The report was rather short but as Hebemarri read it, her eyes widened with a smile creeping onto her face.
Her study doors burst open as Hebemarri strode into her main quarters in her true draconic form. “you” she said to one of the four-armed maidenly umbrals that stood guard over her private space. “Go and fetch me Vairos and My Flower. I have need for them and it cannot wait.”
Hebemarri’s situation was no different. Living hersel in a room alone, so that she could take a form she would prefer no one knew about, the dragon priestess of Maelzafan was looking over documents left over from one of her high priestess sisters who died loyal to the previous regime. This was a task usually meant for a scribe, but the writings of high priestesses were holy, and thus only permitted to the eyes of those of equal or greater station.
Most of it was junk. Hebemarri had no interest in preserving coy letters between now-executed drow, or documents that seemed written only to give the high priestess something to do in her free time. Whatever still had a use or at least a place worth considering, was put together to be filed down to an ordained document censor and then the archives.
“Truly, this is the price of one’s devotion to Maelzafan.” Hebemarri sighed as she skimmed across a scroll on beeswax blessing, which had been borrowed from the archives and never returned. She then placed it on one of many sorting piles.
“At least this disgusting form has some sort of use, papers are served so much better by hands than magic or claws—even if those hands leave so much to be desire.”
Hebemarri plucked another document from the top of the slowly shrinking pile. This one was a recent one, received only shortly before Vyx’aria’s return. In the top right corner was the printed insignia of the scouts, with a title reading "Findings Report: Blyn’fal Steam Corridor investigation". The report was rather short but as Hebemarri read it, her eyes widened with a smile creeping onto her face.
Her study doors burst open as Hebemarri strode into her main quarters in her true draconic form. “you” she said to one of the four-armed maidenly umbrals that stood guard over her private space. “Go and fetch me Vairos and My Flower. I have need for them and it cannot wait.”
