Next morning

Islana opened her eyes slowly as the light from the new day washed over her still form, flooding her quarters with warmth.

A basin made of green and white marble, perched on top of a tripod with golden gilded legs, lifting it to her waist. Next to it was a simple jug filled with crystal clear water.

Sister Locust looked around the room and the objects in it with a strange sense of distance overlapped familiarity. In a corner of her quarters she saw a wardrobe which she flung opened to reveal a myriad of attires. Instinctively she picked up a robe she knew to be proper for her first day.

Once dressed she exited her room, guided by odd memories that flashed in her mind like sparks. She knew where she was going. To room of the the Council.

Everywhere she walked servants, acolytes and priests, knelt, touching their heads to the ground.

She entered the council chamber where the high priests were waiting for her. The table was different from the one she had stood in front of before.

This wooden table took the shape of a semi circle like a sickle facing the main door she walked through.

The 6 Council members stood in front of their respective chairs and bowed as she entered the room. The middle 7th chair stood empty. She saw Tamazzalt standing behind it. He too bowed to her tapping large backrest of the chair she knew was hers to sit...

Sister Locust had returned.tonrule the Ozainae.