[@ShyDot]
Del Sombra nodded to the Queen of temptation as a way to confirm her observation. Indeed she had been occupied. Observing the world for the past four hundred something years like she always had. Only this time she had found quite an interesting subject. A female whom had completed one of her dungeons that she had created long before the silence began. And only recently had it been completed. The wizard who acted as the island’s master was viciously slain by a large Sergal. Quite crafty at that, she noted.

Her gifts were to be bestowed immediately after completion. Even if the silence hadn’t come, the recipient would never have known their purpose. She would not have granted them immortality. She would not speak to them in person unless necessary. And she did not grant feats so spectacular that it makes up for the lack of skill. No… her methods were quite subtle. And frankly… she planned to keep it such a way.

Let her enjoy herself, and continue to do so. But a small nudge in the right direction can always lead to great things.

The feline blinked slowly as she watched the Sergal do battle with the fiend. She had slightly altered her course with the aid of her children. But she had not intervened much. The mortal gathered her own information, the mortal learned the children’s secrets for dealing with nightmares. And employed them. 
The goddess watched her hide, cover her eyes, count, crawl, and more to deal with everything the boogey man could throw at her. But eventually, the Sergal got close enough and rammed a large nail of silver into it’s chest. And repeatedly stabbed it till it grew  still. For good measure… she took it’s head. Wonderful. Perhaps she should contemplate having Reeva investigate the disturbances involving some parasitic worm creatures. Such things could possibly be Yig’s work… but she had her doubts. He’s been cooped up with her. But… if they were… she’ll just have to back off. For now… the young Sergal, whom was now on her way to a major city of some sort,  deserved her break.

The spectacle was over in time for the King of Dragons to give his farewell address. Though… the statement of humility did cause the feline to raise a brow questioningly to the King. He was the last god that Del Sombra would ever expect to give a lecture on humility. The king of fire has done many things in the past that would deny him the right to such a thing under normal circumstance.

But once the speech was drawn to an end, Sombra slipped out of the snake’s lap. Her front paws struck the ground first, and quickly flickered to something more humanoid. Her body went over her head, and curled over. Like her hands it morphed from feline to a humanoid shape rather quickly.

Once her feet touched the ground, she lifted herself up with grace.

[@dragonmancer]
Her new form was an old favorite of hers. A female catfolk monk, though half dressed in some cultures, really felt natural to her. Perhaps it was because some of the stories they had told her while she spent some time learning in a monastery. Reguardless… her covered eyes stared into space for a few seconds. Then her entire body turned to face Kilgarrah.

She clicked her heels, and brought two fingers up to her brow, then pointed them outwards to the sky in the form of a sword man’s salute. The gesture implied that her fingers were the blade. It was a long running gesture she used to signal to the god when the next Festival featuring combat of knights would be held.

And judging by her next gesture, sequentially counting up to five – starting with the thumb and ending with the pinkie- then closing the hand for just a moment…. There was about five or six hours till then.