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Black Pearl	It is splendid on the Hill of Hollyhocks, in the trio of temples where the thearchs live. The temple to Weaver of Dreams of Victory has tapestries on the walls and in front of clear windows to give the illusion of stained glass, the scent of incsense and aromatic woods and wax fills the temple, along with flowers associated with the night--as well as cotton, flax, and mulberry. An acolyte is waiting at the threshhold for the visitors and petitioners of the day. The petition of Raga Shrine-Crusher made it through the bureaucracy faster than it might usually for a lakkos, and instructed her to be at the temple at an hour after sunrise, to be ready for when the Weaver called for her.
Raga Shrine-Crusher	Raga's figure slowly emerges from the mist and distance, heralded moments before by the sound of wooden sandals clacking on stone. She looks at those nearby and gives a polite nod, before heading to the gate of the temple. Today, her expression is calm but her movements rigid; to most it could be easily noted that she is nervous in spite of scattered whispers that she's a champion of mortals against gods who have turned on their followers. Looking at the temple, she takes a deep breath in and then lets it out. "I'm here to see Weaver of Dreams of Victory." she says, then adds a, "Please." a few seconds later.
Black Pearl	The acolyte looks up, and then nods. "You are expected, Raga Shrine-Crusher. Come with me." She turns, translucent veil hiding her face as she leads the way through the temple, up to a chamber above the main sanctuary, with the door made out of cloth that is solid enough for the acolyte to knock on. And then with a shimmer of essence, it becoems soft, wispy, almost immaterial. "Come in." The voice is fluent in Riverspeak, and the sound has the faint whisper of wind rustling cloth embodied in it. "And tell me what I am to make of you, and your violence against the gods. Who are you who lifts your hands so?"
Raga Shrine-Crusher	Raga approaches slowly, before taking her sandals off and placing them by the doorside and taking her next few steps forwards. "A shield when sacred relations turn to mockery. There are many, still, who would correct disrespect to the gods. I correct gods who abuse mortals." she says, before kneeling and placing her head most of the way to the ground with her forehead clearly visible. "I will not pretend to be greater than you." she says, "You have guided my people for generations, what little I know of the Veh, and I respect you for your actions and dedication." then pauses for some few moments before her caste mark flickers into existence on her forehead. "Judge me as you see fit, but know that if I could I would tear the lords of all demons from their thrones and trample them into dust for their abuses. I hold no love for them." she says.
Black Pearl	The Weaver's garb seems to be silk one moment, then wool, then cotton, and more, shifting all the time. And as it does, her visage changes, fading from one face to another--faces Raga knows well, or doesn't, but all of them with at least a hint of familiarity. "Facet Prince was your owner, and as such, any violence against him transgresses the law of the city. You had not the...legal status to do such. And such things make snarls in the courts--which I oversee. " She stands up and walks over, "As for judgement...I must undo weaving, unsnarl the threads, and reweave, but..." She reaches down to lift Raga's chin and look into her eyes. "You will owe me personal service, and would do well to heed the laws against violence within the city." She shakes her head, and hair that shimmers like pure silk and then to the gold of straw shimmers. "Not mindless service, or perpetual servitude, but a favor or favors."
Raga Shrine-Crusher	Raga looks up, and nods once Weaver's hand is taken away. "I guess my solution was more that of tearing out a knot entirely without regard for frayed threads." she says, before slowly rising. "I almost thought you would be more surprised to find someone wielding the power of..." she says, then pauses as her voice trails into silence. "...We both know who." she finally finishes. "I was in a bad spot when I took that deal, I don't know if the cost is going to come due but I'll make sure it doesn't fall on the city's head if I can."
Black Pearl	"The thing about weaving is that it is far better to consider the pattern woven /before/ weaving, than have to undo things." A slight grimace, "As for your...patron...my colleagues and I will discuss things. But as long as you do not cause trouble for the city, for our people, or for me, we will not do anything...hasty or rash. As for you..." Her eyes narrow, "You will find yourself with more protection if you can upgrade your citizenship. As for your deal..." She smiles slightly, "I would be glad to hear more...or Spinner of Glorious Tales would understand them more, and what is behind them. He may advise you better, if you prefer."
Raga Shrine-Crusher	"I can tell you now, and I can tell Spinner when it suits him." Raga says, shifting to a sitting position. "My power mimics that of the fu-... /fiends/ locked away in the demon city. Also the demon city and its allies." she says, flicking her right hand as green embers float around it before dissipating into the air. "I guess it's like how the sun and moon's chosen use stuff like their patrons. I've also got a... Mantis demon." she says, snapping her fingers as though trying to recall the memory. "Tomescu" she adds, "Riding shotgun." as she taps her head. "It thinks better of me than it does of the demon lords, though, something about this power being untested means they didn't see defection coming."
Black Pearl	The Weaver listens, and nods. "They are powerful--more powerful than most gods who Choose mortals to Exalt. But they are far from Creation, and so harder to gain attention, like the Sun or Moon. And so...defection. Often a god will take the betrayal of a Chosen personally--if it still exists to do so, and is strong enough to do something about it. Others...figure it will temper the Chosen now, to be made into a more ideal Champion later, so...beware of both your patron, and this demon that is bound to you." She looks stern a moment, then it fades. "Three favors. And by the season's change, I hope you will qualify to be a mesos, whether you become one officially or not. Now, then...is there anything you would ask of me? For though you have another patron, you are still of my People and my City."
Raga Shrine-Crusher	"Where could I find an elder of my people? Or one who knows our history? I was taken from my family at a very young age, and know little of our shared past." Raga says. "Call upon the House of Might if you need to find me. I've taught them to fight, but also to not fight unless they must. I don't need people who look up to me starting to act like brutes, that's just another headache for me to solve if they start doing that."
Black Pearl	"Many of our people serve as priests to all the Three," Weaver replies. "But elders will tell things differently," she muses, eyes looking far away, or perhaps to the threads of fate. "Two would serve best. A venerable matriarch of one of the families, and a young priest who serves all three of us, both of the Veh. And they each will ask a favor--together smaller than any one I would ask of you. This will happen at the proper time." She rises, "Now, thank you for your respect, but I have many other things to attend to today."