[center][h2]Benea[/h2][/center]

	“Thank you, dear,” Benea turned her radiant smile to Xavior. “I’m excited for you to join me and Monica in our little journey. I’m sure a lot is to be said as we walk and so we shouldn’t dally too much longer.”

	The goddess turned to place her hand on the tomb of Peninal and closed her eyes for but a moment. Opening them, she looked to Hydra, the beast lifting a head in response to the stimuli.

	“You be a good boy, okay?”

	A tongue flicker.

	“Aww, I know you will be.”

	Another flicker. Hydra wrapped it’s mighty tail around the node twice before pressing its body against it like a brooding parent. Two heads continued the wrap while the third presented itself to Benea for a final tap on its snoot. Content with her creation, Benea let her fingers fall from its scales and took her first few steps away from the node and the tomb. Her perfectly white dress trailed behind her, picking up no stains or disturbing a single blade of valley grass as it did.

	The long sleeves of her costume fell past her wrists as she held her hands low, hiding all but the very tips of her fingers as she walked. Clearing past Monica, her voice rang out. “Come, darling, we have a walk ahead of us.”

 	Without looking back, she continued her stroll down the gentle slopes of the valley. A small gathering of mortals started to follow her, having been piqued from her speeches at the node. From that, even more followed the gathering, having nowhere else to go, and from that, even more. This continued until a stream of mankind was following Benea north — her quest having begun. 

[hider=summary]Benea thanks Xavior and says goodbye to Peninal and Hydra before prodding Monica to follow her. Benea exits the area, but not before a train of mortality starts to follow her as she heads for Node 12[/hider] 

[hider=might]none spent, 1 might remaining[/hider]