Resuming his chanted prayers, Mirage's focus left Cliffjumper at last. The first, most important part of the minibot's participation was done - now he just had to watch.
Turning his golden gaze on Tracks, Mirage continued his recitation, formally offering Tracks the Duty-Honor of assisting the current High Priest. The other noble accepted in all the right places, of course; bowing his helm with the same level of grace.
Thrumming hum dying down, Mirage slid to his feet and climbed up onto the cushioned berth. Tracks followed, pre-cleansed and purified etching tools in hand.
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Date: 2014-02-26 09:11 am (UTC)Turning his golden gaze on Tracks, Mirage continued his recitation, formally offering Tracks the Duty-Honor of assisting the current High Priest. The other noble accepted in all the right places, of course; bowing his helm with the same level of grace.
Thrumming hum dying down, Mirage slid to his feet and climbed up onto the cushioned berth. Tracks followed, pre-cleansed and purified etching tools in hand.
Time to get down to business.