The ceremony was brief but lavish.
Golden incense spiraled through the air as prayers were murmured in a language neither Nina nor Hwan could understand.
The locals had placed flower garlands around their necks, and a small choir had sung a blessing to the goddess Elara in high, melodic voices.
Both outsiders stood still through it all, trying not to appear out of place—though the awkward stiffness in their postures made them stick out even more.
Once the final chant faded into silence, the head priest stepped forward again.
He now wore more elaborate robes—white and gold with crimson embroidery at the cuffs—and his expression was one of serene pride.
"I am Horus. High Priest of Elara. We are honored by your presence. Please, allow our attendants to show you to your rooms. You must be tired."
He said, placing a hand over his heart.
Nina gave a polite nod, and Hwan muttered something vaguely grateful under his breath.
