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Her mother’s hand grasped her tiny wrist and started to pull her way. A flicker of sadness appeared as she was pulled away as she let her eyes run along the group that had been watching her before starting to turn to follow after her mother. However, as she walked her mother’s grip till tight on her wrist as if she was about to run away. She stumbled a little when Emery’s voice entered her head without warning. Even know she couldn’t help by use her other hand to reach up for her head piece as she looked up to the sky wanting to see him flying through the air. Knowing he wasn’t up there. “[i]Ah, thanks.[/i]” She thought her voice still sounding like a whisper, before almost tripping again before she gasped a little, her mother saving her from taking a face plant. 

“What are you doing Ella? Something so trivial as walking shouldn’t be such a hard task.” Her mother said harshly as they arrived at the shrine.

“Well sorry, random voices appear in your mind can do that when you’ve only been hearing them for a year.” She said back to her mother before sighing. 

Her mother looked up quickly at her, the door being held half open. “Has he already chosen.”

“No, he commented on my dance, for once. Usually he gets annoyed with being so dizzy.” She shot back at her mother crossing her arms.

“Don’t speak like that or you could have the villages destroyed by your lack of thanks for all he has done.” Her mother finished before walking out and closing the door. It would have pleased Ella to have her mother slam the door. Stop acting like Miss Perfect. She brought up her hand to her face and rubbed it a little trying not to totally rub away all the make-up she had worn for the festival. Hearing the door slide open as her mother let the first person in, she started confessions.

Ella loved but hated this. She got the chance to interact with the people on a more personal level but she knew Emery hardly cared about what all the people said, if he cared he listened, she really didn’t have to retell all the messages to him. However, by the third person that came in, Emery’s voice came into her head again. She tried to ignore it as if he hadn’t realized he was letting her listen, however, she quickly became distracted by the voice. “Ah sorry, umm could you give me a second?” She said the man nodding and leaving before she sighed softly. “[i]Emery, I can hear you. As much as I need to know who you are picking I don’t need you to list your dislike for the woman you are watch-how are you watching them?[/i]” She asked before the door opened again her mother come back in. “I know! Emery is talking with realizing it. It’s hard to focus on both voices at once. Give me a second.” She said her mother watching her. “No he still hasn’t picked.” She said before listening for a second. “Okay send the man back in.” She said and carried on until Emery came in. 

To her it was just another man another person wanting to confess, give message or really just ask about how things works. It was like teaching a religion. When he bowed she smiled at him, her hands rested in her lap, her legs wrapped around her side as she listened carefully to the man before her. “Oh don’t worry, there are many who don’t fully understand the who I do or the many priestesses before myself. So ask away I’ll answer as best as I can.” She reassured him as she would anyone else she smiled a little more her eyes drifting off to the side for a moment before looking back up to him. “Well, I do many things. I think for you to fully understand why I do what I do, I must make sure you know the story of the dragon. I’m more than willing to tell you it? Or maybe you can tell me what you know and we can go from there?” She finished still smiling softly, not a true smile, but not a fake one either.