Looking in to the still waters of the pond the fey begins her incantations. The waters begin to churn and boil, rising higher and higher until they form into the watery body of a woman.
The fey kneels and bows her head.
“My Queen, all went as planned at the temple’s consecration. As you predicted, Sarenrae manifested her powers to prevent the desecration of her newest holy site. The ritual you provided collected all the divine power Sarenrae directed at your diversion. It was more than enough to finish the creation of the remaining blooms. I have sent my maidens to deliver the blooms throughout the stolen lands. By this time tomorrow, these lands shall be a blind spot to the so called gods. Within a year the blooms shall reach their final stage of growth. I shall report again once Briar has been found.”