One with the crowd

In her stunned state Alexis needed a few moments to make sense of what was happening this moment. Islana was… she was… she was the next reincarnation of Sister Locust.
That was what was happening here.
The mercenary was reeling, unable to comprehend how this was even possible.

Way back in her mind, there was a small voice pointing out that given she herself was here, forced to play fetch for an obscure Arcadian fire god, guided by one half of an ancient artefact previously lost for centuries, she might have to reevaluate what was possible or not.

Fucking. Fate.
Not necessarily referring to another lost deity apparently buried under the sands of the desert both women had stumbled into. Or maybe very much referring to Her. Who fucking even knew anymore? Alexis sure as ifrinn didn’t.

While her thoughts and emotions jumbled all over the place, a more pragmatic part of herself, the one having kept her alive despite her giving it a run for its money with her continued foolishness, made itself known. Pointing out that among a mass of people in complete euphoria her quietly standing there gawking might sooner or later attract attention she really couldn’t deal with.

She quickly took in what the people around her were doing. Kneeling? Where she was, in the literal thick of it, that was actually not easy to do. Besides, she didn’t want to take her eyes off Islana to touch her brow to the ground.
And she didn’t have a torch or candle.

So raising a weapon it was. Though her sword might be a bad idea. She probably could get away with it, the crowd should be in too much of an ecstasy to pay attention to the foreign craft of her blade. Probably.
But… she did bring the assassin’s daggers, didn’t she? Yeah. Looking around, it should stand out less. Alright… alright.

So in this moment of absolute madness, she raised the dagger and joined the voices of the Ozainae in their celebration of the return of their leader.