Daernir looks unimpressed by this, but nods. He examines pants even though he doesn't really want any, because probably that'll help him hide his sour mood.

"What... is Neselthia?"

"She's their goddess," he grumbles.

He nods.

"As a young girl with your abilities, you will be assumed by most to be a representative of Neselthia, the goddess who rules over this district."

"- what abilities? The translating thing?"

"-ah, well, I mean someone with the capacity to change the color of your hair."

"Any wizard could do that," he says under his breath.

"That's a thing for people who work for this goddess? - can you tell me where to find her, or one of her priests?"

"Oh, yes, of course. To find her nearest temple-"

He describes a series of turns- five, all told, though his instructions include a few landmarks.

Daernir stops pretending to look at pants and starts looking for other useful things.

Lintalai purchases a pair of pants and a more locally conventional shirt and some socks and underwear and then they can go look for the temple. "I don't actually know what species I am," she tells Daernir. "I don't remember anything from before I was on Amenta but I'm not an Amentan, biologically. If there are people with hair-color-changing here they might be the thing I am."

"Oh! That's a good thought. They could just be wizards, though, even low-level wizards can do that. I don't know why he thinks it's so special- maybe it's even harder to be a wizard in Heliopolis..."

Daernir is INCREDIBLY DISAPPOINTED by this.

"If they have your species that would be good though."

"It would be really good! I could figure out what I was doing on Amenta in the first place and where I'm from and stuff! They might be doing magic instead though, I don't know."

They arrive at the temple shortly. Unlike the other buildings, this one has a slightly rounded roof. At the entrance, an empty bowl carved out of blue stone sits atop a raised dais. On the wall of the temple behind the dais, an etching of a crescent moon glows with a faint yellow light. There is writing above the doors to the temple. If Lintalai translates this, it says 'House of The Devoted Lady'.

Daernir stops at the bowl, frowning thoughtfully.

"We should probably leave an offering. I think I can do it for both of us for now, because we don't know anything about Neselthia."

"I don't even really have anything besides my previous clothes which I was planning to, like, wash in a magic river. What does she do with the offerings?"

"Depends on the god. Usually if I don't know, I just pray or give some money, but I don't think you know how to pray...do you have anything important to you that someone else might need more than you?"

"...probably not? My previous clothes aren't that important since I can replace them, and my blue food coloring is probably more important to me than it would be to anyone else, and same with my pocket everything."

Nod.

"Money is good until the priests can explain offerings and prayer to you so you can decide what to do from now on."

Daernir counts out enough coins to cover a single person's meal, and places them in the bowl.

The coins vanish.

"Okay, let's go."

(Lintalai wishes she'd recorded the vanishing coins, that was cool. Oh well. She takes pictures of the temple.)

The temple itself is fairly simple in design. The walls are smooth, without many frills. There is a limited use of colors: various shades of yellow, white, and blue- darker than Lintalai's blue.

There are various idols throughout the temple, which takes up a single, large room with a door off to the right side and staircase on the left. One idol stands in each of the corners of the room.

One, a statue painted green, holds what appears to be two sticks with distinctive enough shapes that they must have some specific purpose, but Lintalai cannot identify it by looking. Another, a statue painted gold, holds...another stick. A third statue with a falcon head uses many colors: blue, red, yellow, and green...and holds a different-looking stick. The fourth statue uses the same broad set of colors,  holds yet another stick (this one similar to the second, golden statue), but has a blue basket on her head, rather similar in color and shape to the bowl outside.

There are two women standing at the far end of the room dressed in what appears to be the same outfit, while several other people (mostly women) mill about, kneeling or standing, eyes closed, murmuring.

"What are the sticks," Lintalai whispers to Daernir.