The pale raven wandered some more, drawn to a place that her god sometimes thought about. Eridanus, was it? Yes. Beady red eyes took in the sights as she skittered towards the maw of mosses. Almost instantly, Diánysma tugged at her magicka. Obeying her will, the stone trembled for a moment before lending her the ability to gaze at the bacterial life nearby. She ignored the surging masses on herself and focused her attentions on the plants and branches all around. Fantastic.

'This room is filled with plagues to be formed.'

That alone excited her.

She hobbled towards a stone and began to hop on them, climbing higher and higher until she could manage to stand on a low-hanging branch of the cave. The spell soon faded, due to the massive amounts of microorganisms that drained it quite quickly. But that was all she needed. Curiously, she peered through some branches and noticed something stirring. Covered in mushrooms.

'Who is that?' She sent the thought through the bond she had with Panoúkla's vessel, Belladonna, along with a fleeting image. 'A friend, my little god,' was the response. Diánysma remained in place, watching and waiting. What kind of friend was he?

The pale corvid watched from within the treetops, hopping daringly from branch to branch to try and get a better view whilst remaining hidden. Licks of shadow flew off from her form as she moved, leaving a tiny trail behind her. Soon, the spell faded, and she stared down with shimmering rubies. The strange creature formerly curled up into a ball unfurled itself, waving a stick in her direction. Diánysma assumed he must have been resting. The numbat was still drunken from sleep.

Hesitant at first, but with gentle coaxing from Belladonna within her thoughts, she flitted carefully down from the treetops, wings flapping to keep her stable. The plague vector landed somewhere behind the numbat, and she took a few steps back. "No. I am not in need of help." Diánysma fluffed her feathers and stared ambivalently at the strange creature. What big ears it had! From its eye grew a shimmering stone. Unfortunate, just like the owl. The other eye seemed cloudy, so perhaps he was blinded by the very thing that fed his body life as well. "Belladonna has told me that you were a friend..." The name Panoúkla was omitted, for she was sure that their bond of god-hood was kept between them.

As she took a good look at the numbat, there seemed to be strange growths from his form. Memories of pestilent boils and horrid-looking sores came to her, and she wondered for a moment if this creature was plagued with disease. He sure did not look like it, but she wished to know. Like a penumbra, her stone glowed, shimmering and crackling with prokaryotic energies. The bleeding heart marking shimmered and glowed, lending her the sight of bacteria. Diánysma stared at the strange growths from the creature, but they were no bacteria. No, they were something else. But what? Blinking as her spell wore off, the raven hopped closer. "What are the strange growths that protrude from your form? Pestilence?"

A debt, what for? Diánysma blinked once and twice, tilting her pale crown. Rosy beak clacked as she spoke, "Debts are always owed to the gods." Her god, Panoúkla had gifted her life, and in turn, she served, hoping to fulfill the debt she now had for the mighty being. She'd almost become lost in her own raving thoughts of her odd religion before the numbat brought her back to reality. A question, then a name. "I am the child of Panoúkla. Belladonna is the name of the vessel that they have inhabited on this earthly plane." With a fabulous bow and ruffle of feathers, the raven smiled. "And I am the vector of Panoúkla, Diánysma."

Priest or Flowers. Hmph. How could one assume the name of Flowers? The pale corvid blinked at the mention of the name, and pondered. Was this Priest fragile, yet beautiful, like a flower? Had another given him the name, just as her god has given her hers? Shaking her head, she spoke, "Gods do not require assistance. I came to this cavern to study the plant life... to discover the belladonna and nightshade flowers... among other varieties of poison."