Re: [Mental: Lyssa/Claire]
[The child did not believe. She believed in something other that presided heavy in the modern world, and it made a sick feeling in the back of Lyssa's throat that Claiperence might have felt as well. Those with psychic ability were difficult because there was always a barrier, and religion ideals were easier to break than psychic barbed wire. Claire, or Temperance, or whatever she was resurrecting herself as, didn't have the knowing to displace her, which was nice... but not what she needed.] A little bat... [Like engorged butterflies crawling up the girl's throat, these words invoked hallucination.] Said you were looking for me. [The weird, fluttering and choking sensation ceased suddenly.]
I require a priestess. [Her words were not even words. Not English or Ancient Greek, just knowledge presented from one to the other. And then her power -- which wasn't power, just the partially-cracked open gate of insanity whispered her closer in the name of her mispoken god. All she had to do was accept.]