She walked through the halls, humming small lullabies she has listened to over and over again in people's dreams. When small infants are in their mother's arms being drifted to sleep, one of her favorite 'All the pretty Little Horses'. Her humming turned in to words as she sang through the large halls where the soft words echoed against the walls, and the birde chimed in. She smiled as she began to twist and twirl around the open space, the temple was truly beautiful. She then looked out of the window, staring out to the open jungle, wondering when she would find the courage to step off of the temple and out in to the wilderness. 

She then became distracted by a scent, she could smell the warm spices and sauces drizzled over cooked meets and other veriety of food. She quickly followed the scent until it opened in to a large dining room, she wasted no time to make herself a plate of some red meat, and bread with a glass of what seemed to be red wine, which made sense. These were the usual things offered to gods. She sat herself down in the empty room and began to fill her stomach with the most delicious food she had had in a long time, but then she soon wondered... who had cooked all of this? Were there others here that she did not know about.