"Who…are you?" The Queen Mother asked, causing a spell of confusion to spread across the scene.
Not many knew what Akamana di Angra looked like. Even in the Angra Theocracy, the Grand Priestess had quite literally not shown her face in the last 500 years, erasing past portraits to keep her real appearance a secret.
Why? A whim, mostly. And while most of those who remembered Akamana's appearance had died long ago, Vel'Asha happened to be one of the few who remained. Akamana even claimed they were friends. A dubious claim no doubt, but they clearly knew one another. So why could Vel'Asha not recognize the Grand Priestess?
"Oh Vel darling how could you say that? You're breaking my heart and ruining my street cred. And to think I came to assist you in your time of need. Sucks to be your bestie," Akamana said with a little pout, looking sideways with crocodile tears in her eyes.
