Alongside

Matthew seems clueless or that he chooses to be clueless acting. Waking to sound the distant clock tower bell at the other side of the estate makes. He has some sense to take his clothes into the small bathroom, where her form avoids covering walls of. He was in there a long time being utterly mute but now that he was awake, she is too.

She does her instinctual actions more in her shadow form then the vellum like material that plasters every wall inch. Although the surface of the vellum sort of stretched that tightened the whole room. The vellum has vein structures, which if filles with ink or colours would be the patterns clothus have on themselves. Multiversely by concept, these runic patterns have show for what sort of personality or past lives the clothus had in soul history. For her, she had gained also the history of whole lost realms and broken lost souls. Her real history was hidden among these many universes she protects within her structure. Either way, she looks about her vellum clothy material in mild interest. She can see the images even without the inking. There are many great and sad things. Meer brushing of some had touched the very memories or names. She further realised that in someway, she was baring herself at Matthew in this way. She had even then blushed at this, the vellum folding away into a bird origami form. Once compact enough, she aborned her shadow soul over it. Gives it feather texture through trickry of darkness. The face a white clay impression of closed eyes, following the top half of her mouth line. Giving her a white pearlescent beak and crested eye areas.

The bathroom has sudden noises, like the tub was unplugged and he was shuffled about putting on clothes. She hops out of the way of the door opening, she perached herself in a place that she can noticed by him. This was a dresser with some display of necklaces and tools shrink into wearable fashion items.

"Morning." He isn't really awake then, he wasn't even sure who she was for a this moment. He was trying to work out how to address her, if she was some sort of nightmare version of his god.

"Good morning. You must have sleep really well." She helps in moving a bowl of small amulets and rings he needed. She ablity to interact with a bowl of items only the living should be able to touch, it clues him in a bit. Little charms he often chooses daily to wear. He has that sort of careful looking around thing he does as he is putting some of the charms on, "I am sorry if my cloth disturb you. When you drifted to sleep, I did too. I really should have borrowed a room next door." She has her bird wing brushing her other wing. A more human gesture then brids. He takes in a sigh of relief that it was her, patting a hand to her head which she chirps a more bird tone in reply of. She was comforted by this motion but it also was awkward too. She was allowed to climb onto his shoulder, and out of respect she sits on the left side. The right shoulder belongs to the god lord of Omens.

"Breakfast and prayers." He almost ready for the day. She fluffed in agreement. Together out from the bedroom to the courtyard. He takes a short turn to the toilet next. She got to her own stall to see if she needed to do this function while Matthew is at his own business further away. She indeed has some living functions, and is glad to be saved this embarrassment situation. She flushed on her own and was at the sink using it like a shower. She fluffed properly with actual feathers. Give the water is sourced here at the church by some means, the taps use holy water. It seems the holy water has helped hide away her abnormalities. Gladly the help of a mirror at the sink allows her to see her own reflection. If omens looked like a proper majestic raven. She was a nightmare hawk with blackness for eyes and seems a fountain of dark mist around her. Her beak was more... reptile on some open and shutting. She stops being to weird when the toilet flushed nearby. She goes into the sink spray again. Peaking beads of water under wings or around ticklish places. Keeping the beak shut is for the better and being careful with her expressions was wise.

"Ah, there you both are." Indeed the god of omens is a more perfect bird in flight and shape. He even croaked like one. The god dances about with being excitable and even dances about the sink ledge for Matthew to come on out. Matthew sighs in washing his hands, weighing something of his thoughts. Grateful that omens jumps at his right shoulder.

"A good morning lord, what sort of preparations do you wish we take today?" Matthew let's Dahlias up his left side and even turns the sink off while she had struggles with. She was somehow bone dry in spite of being under tap.

"I suspect it be a normal day but let us both worry about how to handle little miss with us now. It's a good day to learn from her and be able to make use of such things." She is a literal tome, she will have some functional sense that she may need forfilling.

"We do need to learn what she seems to appear as to normal people. We have to know her limitations like if we worry about sunlight for her as we do the damned." the god host Raven in human form was only visible in the reflective mirror and stands leaning on Matthew's right shoulder, "Given that she has some level of living functions, we need to know the extent of this or what laws do act on her." She flicked her wing in patting away some sort of sin chain. She wasn't even sure why they attracted to her so suddenly. In smacking such things had made a rebound metal click noise, the three men flinched at this sound.

"Sorry about that. Some sinner nearby has some annoying small chain." She softly chirps, it's clear from her that she has a reptiles chirp... like twilight has. She turly does have a god eaters form. She even held her right foot on her beak when she finished speaking, feeling the adjustment her jaw did.

"So now we have a way to figure out sin chains." Matthew is impressed, "I say you both right, Lord and Master." She tilts at how Matthew differs them. Master Raven? She doesn't want to make some false assumptions of just who the avatar host is. He can't be a clothus in disguise too. No. Move the thought away.

"You wouldn't happen to be able to contorl the those chains?" Master Raven raised brow her way.

"To some extent. It is more that I have a general idea of how the sin chain attaches to the souls. Depending on the type of sin or guilt, the chain has character qualities in how dense and how it rings out when clicked about. The very texture of the chain would tell if they feel guilty for the deed that made the chain or was this deed done without knowledge. The deeper the history the more links and density the metal holds. The very buoyancy it carries within the air medium has a sort of tell for how often they react about the sin or guilt." She speaks always with a wing hiding her jaw due being conscious of her mouth shapes. The way her feather frail out to fan was more like scales in comparison to the Lord. She is quiet a robust body shape about her. She so deeply worried how she looks that she can understand why she suddenly has a chain adjustment on her.

"Wow..." Matthew feeling some of her mist and scales, "You can really disappear but I can still touch and feel." He looked at her reflection too. He titled perplexed a moment of wondering. Looking at her directly for him to return to the mirror again. He softly turns about inspecting her, "Oh, I get it. Your only this visible where the cursed part if you isn't covered." That actually helps her. She had even moved a wing down slightly, "I like the white parts of your face. It must be your mask." She tilts her head down to hide her jaw in lowering her wing fully. She fluffs in being stared at this long by them three. Sort how the fascination she has caused was degrading her sense of humanity. Pointing out her features was bothering her for some reason even if in this situation, this is helping.

"How would you feel about doing some hunting work for us?" Master Raven presented a sort of task, "I can run you through some simple realms while you run a few errands for me. Simple things like pleasing my sisters that are avatar host themselves." So this was a personal request from Master Raven, "It frees up Matthew to do things with the cursed." So the host sees his influences of miracle as a curse. A curse that she noticed that he can't see even if he happen to be wearing the mask from time to time. She gently bows to them and the list was easy enough. Dresses and gemstone set necklaces to these so called sibilings. She has some insight to what sort of sibilings and Master ravens poor opinions of them. She can't help but smirk in how a caring older brother he sounds. Given she was so focused at listening, her general coloring was bleed through her. Dark brown then a black bird. The scales are definitely feathers in the living light while in darkness they are brown tinging redish scales. Her beak is longer then any hawks and pointed needle like. She has quiet the reptiles jaw of teeth that spear out a bit, but then again in living light she was a white plain beak in extending what was a normal hawk beak.

"We need to teach a fledgling to fly." The mask reminds with Matthew echoing it softly. Master Raven nods at accepting that at least. Matthew makes last touches in the mirror for him, "We are going to try from the roof." She bows respecting the wish.

"Of course we will have to deal with Breakfast frist."

"Mmm... Coffee. Yes that does sound nice." She nods gently, "Maybe even a bit of toast."

"At least you have human assumptions." Master Raven lightly coughed.

"I guess you are right. I could eat everything. I do mean that literally. I considered once I have a hang of flying that I would go hunt in a more acceptable location. My time with god eaters has taught me plenty... nothing is off the table. Maybe even the table itself too." She thinks about this, her habit of folding to hide her torso was back. The wing flex like a bat, even the feathers moved like joints. She shook her head and then dances slightly by Matthew's sudden movement to make it fast. She fluffed in not being so ready for that but settled with enough gentle grip.

They only made it as far as the prayer hall. Morning rituals and readings. Matthew was respecting that he looked after other gods too. Other masked gods that were allies of Omens. He may not be perfect but he was respecting them equally. She helps about with the god shrines and standing busts. She would find ways to adorn them with bits from her own storage. She finished at the pews and walks along them to adjust the bibles and cushions.

"I would still like some toast and coffee." She sighed with not bothering with what landed beside her. She softly stands and flutters to not run into the stranger. She gives them a inspection, clearly a honest goddess of life or nature. She respects the bird with a light bow by acknowledgement of it there. The bird puffed prouder.

"My host is Omens sister. I heard you will be visiting my domain when you fly." The bird tilts, "But you fly more like a hummingbird then any hawk."

"I don't follow the law of air dynamics. I could sit on shadow like it was solid. I can with a beam of light too. I flex my wings in sort of subconscious moves." The goddess nods and is glad that they can speak this way.

"You maybe a god slayer in form but you are a soul of a human. Your knowledge is like an Ender, from moments lost or never scripted. The sigil you know is much larger spaced and over flowing in soul traffic. But within our universe, sigil is tiny little paths between realms and rare of any large crowds. The guild is now limited to one pocket realm hidden from the world's it protects. Due caution of my plants."

"Gladly, mother nature." The spread of wings while lowering was as respectful as it gets it seems in bird language. She straightens with watching the goddess fly off.

"Dahlia!" She hops along to the front pews and glides gently to the floor beside Matthew. She scrunched up then jumps up to his arm and sits gently to his left shoulder. Climbs about in trying to look at what he was. She fluffed in realizing she likely wasn't visible for some reason, but in being aware was more then enough to have him notice her. He nods in a soft relief.

"Breakfast." He had that eased smile from whatever it was before. She had relaxed as he sounded his relief in a sigh. She had even not minded in lowering to stand more relaxed on his shoulder, although she often have one eye always looking around at details such as dream walkers and the living humans that were present. She was even mindful of the other gods inspecting her and her impact among the living. She really shouldn't be relaxed but Matthew was with her, she does, "What do you think of the temple?" He asks in gliding smoothly to the corridor that connects the annex temple to the main Manor.

"Unified in a sort of chaos." She softly chirps for him to understand her, "Unique sanctuary of many." She tilts in inspecting the passing architecture and then the furnishings layout of the main Manor. Very close to nature and a social commentary in the hidden details. Even the art hung up was messages that made reflection in the mind eye. She always was extra vigilant of whom was passing and the mannerisms that explained thier roles, "Very holy, a sense guidance and a place of warmth even for the lost and hurt." She notes those who watched Matthew behind his back, "Quiet modern. Fragile." He nods with giving the depth of thought she reached to make such answer. He gently reached a double door and peers around cautious when opening it. She watched his back and often stares at the dreamers that made gestures. They knew her well enough.

Matthew finally slips through at closing the door softly and gently glides the corridors. This place has a lot of masked members around, all that are human types or spirit people. He evades some watching eyes and slips right into a queue lined at a buffet table. He picked up what he wanted and a second plate on the tray for her. She would nod if she wanted the same or not. Towards the end of the queue he took out a plastic card. 'staff id badge' with QR scan system to discount the food. He then had a full wallet out with paper money and metal coins. Paying off the rest.

"I will sort out paying for dinner or lunch." She clicked softly and he laughs at that, "My wealth in sigil can be transferred after all." She adjusted footing as he moved off. He slips real sly past some security watchers and then rudly clattered to the nearest empty seat. The table place beside is empty, so he placed her plate there. She hops off and wags her tail. She fluffed in settling and peering about the disturbance they made.

"You know, you don't have to pay for your meals." Mark crossed hands at protecting his coffee. She sees plenty of the guests and members here. The sides of the table divided who was on which side. She even observed how James and Daniel sit across from each other. She eyed the drinks too... telling that not everything on this table was fit for human consumption. She huffed and just began tearing her food gently in a bird manner. She made all manners of clicks and chirps that would be her notice of things to Matthew. He taps back or snickered at her for it. She got all serious with staring darkly at some killing intent from a direction, a hollowed hissing.

"Please stop." James voiced.

"What is that?" This is that demon Matthew worked with in past life or maybe this same life a few years back. She stops hissing at least and clicked in asking about the demon.

"Yes. Don't bother sending it back. His to useful." Matthew made a magic gesture and had two cups moved over this way. He poured orange juice in both, "If you still want coffee then we think about it later."

"I wouldn't want the coffee here. It was brewed four days ago. To stale and to much additional content. I would buy Starbucks instead." She softly chirps in low tones and he smiles the thought of how strong her sense of smell is.

"That mock bird is something to not be tested. Even we can't stop her." The king sips the coffee and grimaced at how awful it was. He then spat it back into the mug. Mark huffed at how that was a poor failed attempt or how blatantly easy it was to poison a king. In observation Daniel was grimaced about his drink and used his power to swap coffee mugs with the king. He nods how much better that one was then the one the servant gave a moment ago. His own shadow pulled the entire pot of that coffee his direction. Mark twitched in being bothered why the boy was so strange at willing to drink the poisoned coffee.

"Welcome to the family, you seem to somehow fit in." This was the mask of mother nature, the same one from church. The goddess seems to hug around the queen closely and would add things to the lady's food. It seems the queen lady is a nature follower. The working partners deal makes sense.

"They say the omens can be both good and bad things. It would only seem right that we forfill such undertaking of both ends of such spectrum." Dahlias speaks still hiding her beak but has a soft bow to the goddess mask, "I understand that this is your choosen human host. I will continue in respecting the regulations of operation."

"A good soul you are." nature casting judgement in that response, "You aim to bend around then to shatter."

"Enders bend rules. I observe and write down the accepted laws. My marks and my fellow tomes segments only draw the lines of boundaries in protecting souls from themselves." Its a off language to speak, some consider it unholy and barbaric, "The laws themselves are made by the concensus of souls."

"Your a god teir classing in your operation liesnces." Mother nature ponders and Dahlias give gently soft bowed tilt, "Certainly another oddity."

Dahlias returns to eating off the plate and softly talking to Matthew of things in the method they have. She was well finished before he was and doesnt help herself to anything else around them. She was tempted for sure but she would rather have the observed safe menu items.

"Dahlias, it time for attempt of them flying lessons." She chirps happy to see both Master host Raven and Lord Mask omens. Matthew snickered at her reaction and was beaming to have his lord and Master about. She dunked her whole beak into her drink and had it all. The reaction of several flinched at how she can be very not to her appearance sometimes. A little wag of her tail and she follows the lords movement.

She has a sort of spark in the moment where she felt that she learnt to fly before. She was then hesitant for a moment. Yet her lord gives such a assurance, she couldn't give up. The Lord lifted off into a flight and she readies. She noticed a dreamer that warns her about not going until she was unchained. She puts her wings down for that. She was now investigating the lengths of chains around here.

"Dahlias, is there something wrong?" Matthew scoops her from wandering off far. But now at this height change, she sees what the dreamer meant.

"Its fine now." She brushed him with her head, "Thank you." She was very much better in pose to take flight from here. She hops right off and was in flight at no time. She was even able to adjust to long distance flight too, streaming herself in minimal effort to hover. She was able to join the god mask, and she trusted the mask to take her wherever it was they needed to fly to.

"Splendid natural skill. Now land back down." She watched the Lord land on Matthew's shoulder. Makes it easy looking. She then sort of considered her clawed talons and smartly was looking for other landing spots. Daniel's mask was doing something interesting and had an arm nice to preach practice on. She faded in turning damned and missed twice at grappling the landing, but not actually landing to not crash. She makes a third glide when she finally leached on, she then climbs about the shadow gloom.

"Get the hell off me!" Daniel hissed at even reacted from his living side at the table, stood so abrupt and at shock even to himself. She makes her clicks which Matthew was confused for a while about.

"This is actually entertaining." The mask of the Lord snickered, "Very impressive. You may have missed missed times but you made a solid landing on the poor lads shadow arm. Even I am not that skilled yet."

"Dahlia, don't upset the boy to much. His had back experiences with folks poking holes through him." Master Host seated where she should have, "Dont make me turn you into a book."

"But I am a book." She hung half off the lad and at trying to perch a claw to the nearest other surface. It happens to be a damned doorway of wood, "I fold up real nicely." She finally has grip off him and shimmies along the top damned door frame, "Mmm...." She nosed with looking into the doorway, "Oh, I know that place!" Tail wiggled and her neck nearly got with the door closing, "Rude. You should ask the creeps for their best nightmare clients. Then you can help them and free meal. Win. win. They get paid and you are full. Very neat deal." She is forced off the disappearing frame and she stole a peice of the wood frame as she took off. She lands on the empty table space in from of the master and fluffed in being visible again. Now she was clearly holding the spilnter chunk of doorway, she holds it up in presenting it to the god host. She coos too.

"I don't even know what your trying to give me." The wood lands on the host hand as a splinter of petrified fossil wood, "Wow... that is rather neat. Not good enough for my sister to be impressed." He clearly was thinking about it and does indeed pat Dahlias for the little gift.

"Don't mess with damned doorways." Daniel hissed, "Do you even know?" He sounded offended.

"The door will grow. I didn't touch the pattern parts that would have made them all hunt you down." She flicks a wing his direction but she was more watching the master at deep thought.

"Dahlias... You would happen to have access to the cursed compendiums. The ones that are the souls used for inflections of misfortune." The queen asking.

"Oh... that section was torn. The fragments are being remade." Dahlias sits in sort of nesting in staring at the masters odd expressions. She tilts in sort of keeping her conversation, "The compendiums of the counter to that is being translated in due process of fixing the torn parts." Finally the master had bright spark moment. He flips out the seat in notice she was right there. She softly raised and peers over table to see if the host was OK from his fall. She chirps gently.

"yes. I am fine." Host getting off the floor and sitting back down, "I think she would like something plant like in shape." Dahlias was now the one in thinking about things. She held her beak closed with holding a wing. She looks about the table design and the paintings. She was scooped up as she was so in depth of looking around.

"Maybe we should resources such things in a more careful capacity." Matthew petting her, "Don't you have other errands?"

"Oh, I can harvest the silks again." She use to collect her own materials to make candles and there was a off realm place that had plenty of silk spinning. She chirps at length of wondering the needed measurements to cloth the masters sister. At least Matthew was glad of this level of devotion she shares in their god. That she turly held such undivided attitude even the minor of tasks in great detail in the name of the Lord and Master.