Since her deification, travel had become much less tedious for Dalanesca. She, of course, was able to simply disappear and reappear wherever she liked at her own will - but truth be told, she absolutely hated that. She preferred regular methods of travel - foot, horseback, boat, carriage… anything that still kept normalcy for her. This was the reason she had chosen to take a boat to Egjora for her visit there.
The joy of her new position was that she appeared as a mortal to those around her. She did not favor magic, and she had never quite abandoned the manner of dress that she had always followed. This allowed her to enjoy entertainment without disruption, and that was what she had travelled to Egjora for. There had been announcement on the mainland of Adeluna that a play was to be staged, and though the story seemed rather cliche, Dalanesca had always been one to enjoy live theatre.
She had secured herself a seat not far from the stage, as she did like to be close to the action as it were. The show seemed to be going just fine, running a cliched line as most romantic tragedies seemed to follow. After a moment, she saw a man in the crowd beginning to make his way to the stage, completely unnoticed by the other attendees. She watched him with interest for a moment, allowing her mind to unravel the events that were to unfold. Darkness covered her thoughts, indicating that the individual certainly did not have pure intentions - though at the core she could sense a white light. The individual’s actions were not going to be pure, but his intentions actually were. It was interesting, and not something she saw too often.
While the play itself had been quite interesting, she was sure that the events that were going to unfold were going to be far more of a show. She watched in interest, and only mild surprise, as a dagger had now landed itself square in the back of the man portraying Death.
Dalanesca stood up abruptly as she saw the man advancing towards center stage, withdrawing two more weapons. Everything froze, the people around them frozen in shadowy states of shock and awe. The man on stage was not frozen in stasis as the rest, and Dalanesca advanced towards him. Slowly, she clapped her hands as she advanced. “Bravo,” she said, her voice quiet and low. “It seems to me,” she said as she slowly advanced onto the stage towards the man. “That you have come here for a certain reason… your talent,” she said, quirking an eyebrow.
“Tell me - what are you hoping to create here?” She asked, eyeing the man with pure curiosity.