Although the location and security has changed, the words of complaints have not. It were back to square one for these folks, dividing resources between nobility, learning facilities and company up keeps. The privileges of aristocracy has left unchanged. Taking turns to make convincing arguments of petty little things to seay the larger folks has been the name of this game for a while.
"What exactly did your find out there in the forestry mountains of Northern Carolina, my lady?" Mattu sat to her diagonal left, eating away a polish sweet cheese bread. He had given up with the rest of the talks about when the Darkwood's went slinking out the room. He knew they avoided her majesty for now.
"I found another belief and its way of seeing the world. I learned their love of nature and trying to understand their views. I still struggle in a sense of fulling understanding but I know why you stopped me." She brushed her growing size, a jar of pickles at reach and feet rested up. She came to listen but not enact any duty. She was at the closest to call maternity leave that her given position provided. She relies on Mattu's input on the small matters for now, "You seem injured. You dont look around at every so sharply."
"Its hardly anything of worry. I just better equipped with handling my duties as a follower of Omens. Your daughter is going to be lovely, a lively girl with her fathers eyes."
"Have you gained a abilities to forsee the future?"
"No. Its a compilation and pointless things to explain. You dont wish it, I promise my queen." They two share a poker face smile, idle in waiting for the other to say something worth while. It of Welwick to the rescue with topic moving with laws of glodal trading deals. The teaching then requested homework that follows until next session of debate.
"My lady, are you still expected to act your duty of devotions with your goddess of magic?" He asked due to a letter he had. He passed it to Mattu at frist whom broke all curses over it. Mattu whom then triple checked as it was the paper that felt off. He couldn't just assume to hand it to her without her answering the demons question.
"I can not in my late pregnancy be doing large favors as I could before."
"The time difference from that land to here doesn't consider for followers like us. Sometimes the gods miss time their requests due to this time jolting." Mattu plays about with not handing it to her, "I could do this for you if you wish. My lord is busy but he is a good soul."
"The way you talk as changed considerably then before the islands erase history." She noted and he simply stayed with a poker plain grin. The occasional bit of bread or flip about the letter, "I do trust that you can please her. Unlike other god followers, you seem to be the most on top of your devotion then any other." He bows with opening the letter at her behalf and reads through the whole content.
"She mostly talks gossip. Her requests aren't hard for a bird like me. I will be sure to help you and your goddess, my queen." He tilted with ever more changes of angles, putting to thought of how best to avoid problems. Women and their need for fashion can be ridiculous. For the goddess of magic, this listed request was more about wardrobes.
"So its one her less serious letters, if she asking about dress types that is." Mattu nods, "I will put some thought to it before I hand you a list of offerings."
"Its quiet fine my lady. Fashion isn't hard to pick up." She allows her expression to drop for that comment, "Hara, the goddess of Magic has quiet popular trending fashions. Playing games of popularity is quiet a disaster if you had the wrong hand to play." The queen peaked up out of that gloom. Putting back on a poker expression, she did fish out a pickle from the jar.
"We are not fashion designers, little bird." The Huff of the god host in bird shape at shoulder, "This isn't something we can pull out from nowhere." Mattu stuffed the cheese portion to the bird. Whom was now adoring the sweeten yet savoury balance that polish bread has, "This still doesn't change much, fledgling."
"I feel like I missed a memo." Welwick noted with the glances. He had long dismissed the debate about 5 minutes after the letter was handed, "Should I be concerned of your health, master?"
"Quiet fine. Please do not worry of me." Mattu putting away the letter, "I have plenty of folks whom could help with fashion. They aren't hard to find when you know where to look." He gives a more generous smile now, "Did anyone need anything else? I am sure to be on my way to visiting some interesting places." The demon and her ladyship have a agreeing nod between them. Mattu blocked the hand from touching him, a sort of second nature reaction at this point. He thought nothing of the hand blocking, not even for apologies.
"Have you been to see the reptile yet?" Welwick asked.
"I could lie and say no. But I hadn't properly as it was to soon. Some warning come to early, you know." Mattu casted his own magic to clean his clothing and mend any damages. He puts his hood up, gave a bow on leave. He scared the ever daylights out of some passing by folks going to enter the room. A hand scruffing at James in passing, it is only James that reacted later then the rest about it.
"Dude, the crow man is real." Taz, a school or old friend of James exclaimed. He is pushed in the side by the little lady that goes on to explaining Mattu's court job. She praised Mattu's advise for the long term preaperations of getting off the island. Taz not a native mage found it weird that a weird crow guy it feathers was that highly trusted.
"Something seems weird about the humans." The host bird muttered.
"Ever since I was judged by the blade that isn't just a judge of life and death. The side effects of soul understanding has come to be my newest awareness. Maybe I more sensitive even before being judged." The look back at the group of children whom are James friends. The presence of fragments of those children are... seeds, "We can't meddle in the method of healing that James and the title of ender has contributed." His host posed a wing in equal deep thoughts, "Isnt Taz the nickname thrown around omens?"
"Its the nickname the ender sneered at the our title once... or maybe it was more then that. We can't know as host and follower." Mattu nods with the caution of risk here, "They sure play a dangerous situation." Mattu nods more, "So what of Hara's dress?"
"The host of Hara asked of this, and it would be best that I help you. It's only fair that I do something in return for you. As that how it has always been." Mattu wasn't wrong in his understanding, "You would know her body shape better too. I can't actually be their to measure."
"Hara is Set's sister." The complaints roll for a while, "Sure... fine. I see what you mean. I will bank my return favor for now. I guess you aren't going to leave me alone to it either." Mattu nods.
"A few dead fashion designers love hanging about the places they regret leaving behind unfinished. A favour for a favour is the damned society way... demonic as it may sound." The nodding along with understanding this view, off they were to nose about the magazines about scandals of run way models. There is always a grudging damned ruining the shows.
The lift of one magazine was the drop of the 84th. Getting off the train to patter about London. A few tricks picked from the shadows in the alley, straight through to being a cat burglar of a empty studio.
"It is true that we never far from the things we felt the most passion for in life and even sometimes after death too. Another what must be eternal unrest for the individual left behind." His cheery welcome to sing within a empty room... lacking the host whom was doing the measurements. The little pep talk goes the long way of easing the crowd within this studio, all whom soaked up the loving idea to design a dress for a goddess to wear. The sooner that measurements and idea of hair and eyes colour... did appear a dress from what would seem out of no where. A personal message of encouragement of being honest at heart. A nicely boxed custom favour, hand delivered by Omens.
The point of making small favours among hosts was only to off set a larger issue... ignorance is bliss for the blind.
The hosts unaware of being criticized by judging damened. Picking their potentials once the titles were no longer stuck in a state of death, making the most of something they wouldn't had the opportunity to do for themselves before.
The lord of Omens makes one of the very few that was already comfortable of his host and follower. His not a rare but uncommon.
"Might be after your funeral, before things ease back to normal." The host letting his follower land on shoulder, watching the shock and smile of Hara. The ashes of pleased souls in her wake. It wasn't gloomy as omens thought it would be.