Nour seemed only excited to be there, unaware of what was going on. She simply waved to her mother who sat upon her throne for the night, giggling at the festivities about to happen. It was nice, participating in all of the fun, but then again, she was more excited about playing around with the found trinkets than any of the silly prophecy stuff. She had fallen asleep to many a story–ahem, I mean prophecy–that her mother had told, one of the first critics of the drama and storytelling. They were fun, despite how manic the stories were.

When Eshek finally did her little blessing to Rasalas, she didn't seem to notice anything strange. She was simply intrigued, the way kits were always intrigued about everything. "So what did you get? What flavour is it?" she bounced excitedly, completely missing the point; she wasn't exactly a believer of the old legends but hey, she was open to anything at this point.

Bermondsey, however, was a little more confused. He knew the gods were 'real' in a sense–he had met them during his lives ceremony after all–but he had always had an attitude that these were small incidents, that whatever gods were out there, they kept to themselves, watching whatever happened here like a TV show, uninvolved, or just as gossip and fodder. "I...didn't think so, but hey, you were possessed when you gave me my lives, weren't you?" he whispered back, ears flicking.