In a lonely night a long forgotten God you followed their one and only recent follower, out towards a ruined temple to set up her offerings for the ceremony. This girl is none other than Hemera, a girl that you’ve helped several years ago and now becomes your only follower. Her outfit for this special occasion consists of a clean white robe and a red crown made of red reeds that grows in the area. Her hair has grown absurdly long since your divine intervention years ago, purposefully grown longer as a sign of her devotion towards you. After a few minutes of preparation she lit the candles and pour a mixture of animal blood into a basin, seemingly started to chant as an attempt to commune while caressing her impressive mane
“I can upon thee, Oh Great Benevolent one… In my endless tresses my love for you flows… In my heart yearns for thy presence… I present to you this veil of silver and this pristine body… Oh Great Benevolent one… I call upon thee, grant this lowly vessel thy audience… Allow me to bathe in thy celestial aura”
she beggingly calls upon you, kneeling in front of the offering basin on the floor. Waiting for any kinds of sign or reply for you
