Deities and Priestesses Of Old [Hyper]

==> Tamara

The day was going smoothly for Tamara and it was only getting better now that her shift at the library was over and she didn't have to work in the clinic for the afternoon. That meant she could do anything she wanted!! Of course, trying to keep a cool and professional image, Tamara walked out the building like a pro: her head held high, her shoulder bag neatly hanging on her side and her handy tablet in her hands.

As she walked through the courtyard, a shadow swooped past right from right above her. Tamara wouldn't have really cared since she knew the school had flyers and as she finally recognized the shape, she just had to look up. Her breath hitched at the sight of the girl. There she was, Coatzin in her colorful plumage, the sunlight reflecting her feathers giving her that glowing silhouette of colors. By the gods...

Tamara instinctively moved to follow the girl. She knew that form very well ever since she was younger. Even though it was clear to her that the figure was more humanoid than she recalled, there was no denying that colorful feathers and serpentine tail: the Quetzalcoatl was in their midst. Tamara broke into a sprint when the realization dawned to her. Since she was young, she had wanted to be close to the deities and she might have just found her goal. Maybe her Father was right to have led her to Manta Carlos.

Tamara eventually caught up with Coatzin as the she landed on the grass, just in time as she wrapped her tail around herself. Tamara stopped a few meters from her, breathing deeply from the run, as she took in the sight of the Quetzalcoatl girl. Magnificent.

She was upset she couldn't speak but that didn't stop her from walking closer. She pulled out one of the talismans with an inscription meaning 'telepathy' her father had given her. Removing the medical mask over her mouth, Tamara placed it over her lips and whispered an incantation which soon after burned the talisman. This was going to let her speak through thought. She only had them in limited numbers that she could only use it in important situations. It just so happens that this was important.

Stopping at a few feet from Coatzin, Tamara made a polite bow. "My Lady, it is an honor to be in your presence."

Tamara immediately noticed Coatzin's discomfort. Was it about the telepathic message? Or maybe she was too forward. She wasn't sure. She should probably ask--

“I…I…uh…the honor is all mine. Also, please, call me Coatzin. I hope to not being offending you or anything, it’s just that I’m not used to this kind of formalities. Also…would you mind if I ask your name?”

"That sounds much too familiar, M'Lady. But if it is what you wish, I will address you accordingly," she told Coatzin, as she lifted her body. She stood at a respectable poise, but not enough that she would look too proud in front of the deity-- er, Coatzin. Tamara noted that she might have been more used to familiar contact. That would be hard because as a priestess, she was practiced to be more respectful towards deities.

"I am named Teyam'hua, daughter of N'gi of the children of Xochiquetzal. But you may also call me Tamara. I sense your alarm about speaking through thought. You need not worry, M'Lady. I can send thoughts to you, but I am unable to read your thoughts." Maybe she should tone down the formality too.

"Please, do inform me M'Lady- ah no... Coatzin, if my behavior worries you. I will try to accommodate with your wishes." Tamara was getting a bit fidgety. It has been so long since she had contacted the gods (read:centuries) and she thinks she's lost her touch.

It took Tamara a while but only now did it occur to her that Coatzin was talking very casually. Too casual for their current standing, she would say, but if that was the case, maybe she should really tone down the formalities. But of course, she can't ever talk to her without the respect that was befitting a demi-god of all people. She was merely a follower, after all.

At the mention of her origins, Tamara noted the reaction Coatzin had made. Ah, she was familiar with her people! Tamara really wasn't mistaken. "Please, My L-- Coatzin," she corrected herself, "You must know that you have every right to command others to your will. You are a higher being than any of these people; you should not lower yourself too far. It is unbecoming of a being of your status!"

The shock immediately showed in Tamara's eyes. Despite the lack of expression in her face in general, her eyes spoke much. "Forgive me, I did not wish to lecture you; but don't think of yourself too lowly. Without question, it's obvious you are a child of Quetzalcoatl, the highest of them all." she said, bowing again for apology.

Tamara raised herself again; she was poised and calm, but it was obvious she was holding her head lower than she usually did, "The daughters of Xochiquetzal, unfortunately, have passed on. I am what's left of her people. I am honored to hear He has told you about us."

Tamara was more than startled from the hug but she didn't have time or the motive to oppose. Of course, well, the girl with her was the daughter of the deity, not Quetzalcoatl himself, but she might as well be his princess and still above them. Tamara literally didn't expect physical contact.

When Coatzin pulled away, Tamara was still speechless, just standing here blinking with confusion. Still, she wasn't confused enough to not hear what Coatzin had to say even further. She of course, wouldn't interrupt. That would be rude. She listened intently, watching her movements. There was a glint in her eyes when Coatzin revealed the medallion. She'd read about it: the medallion and the legend of the alter selves of Quetzalcoatl. Little did she know that she only heard one part of the story and it didn't occur to her that it applied to the descendants.

"M.. Coatzin, it would be such great honor to be in the presence of the Quetzalcoatl, much less have an audience with him, but I feel unworthy of such honor," she said solemnly. Partly because, her actions--that is, the sacrifice of her people, was done with the approval of the Dark One. While she would say that proudly, she felt small if she would face Quetzalcoatl.

Shaking the thought away, she turned to look at the medallion, Coatzin held. (She decided not to hold it.) "But Coatzin, would you be in anyway interested to know more about this medallion. That is, if you can't ask you Father of it. I know a mage with knowledge that spans millenia. It's possible he'd know how to make the spell work." She paused, "Assuming... you wish to attain full forms." The half-half wasn't so bad but she didn't have the right to say Coatzin could just stay like that, did she?

Tamara sighed, "I do wish that is so," she said with her shoulders slumped. She'd believe Coatzin when she says Quetzalcoatl was 'nice' but she couldn't shrug off the feeling that two thousand years wouldn't be enough for a deity to forget her sacrificing and entire civilization for immortality.

Coatzin's reaction to Tamara mentioning about her father didn't go unnoticed. Of course, anyone would be interested, she thought. "I believe he may be able to answer a lot of your questions, Coatzin," she said proudly. Although, she made sure that she didn't sound superior to the girl. It actually looked more like she was endorsing a great scholar to the emperor and recommending them. Which is... what the case is exactly.

"And yes, I do know how to find him!" she replied cheerfully, completely unaware of the darker counterpart of Coatzin present in their conversation. "By around this time, he should be at the faculty office. Would you like to see him now or shall we wait for another time?"