Celeste had just emerged from her room, hands wrapped in fresh gauze and hair still wet from bathing. "What is it?" she demanded in a belligerent tone, the same used for casual conversation by many of their path.
Rapidly, the hallway outside the Wrathful wing was being filled with priests coming to watch. Only those who felt confident in their fighting ability ventured in to scuffle for a place amongst the Wrathful to watch.
The pathmate held out the robes with one hand. "You are now the High Priestess of Flux. Soahc's blessing curse on you."
The man stumbled backwards, threw the robes down and snarled. "Fine, be that way, you fucking coward!" With a roar, he lunged at her.
That was pretty much an open invitation for all the Wrathful in the room to begin fighting, which they did with relish. Someone sharp enough near the entrance of the room scooped up the ceremonial robes to save them and pushed and shoved his way to the back of the crowd. "Re-draw!" he announced, and all the senior priests not currently fighting followed him into another room.
"Hey! Get back here with that!" Celeste slipped free from the arms of a pathmate, twisting his arm in the process, then teleported outside the hall, casting about for the robe's bearer with a low growl.
She caught the robes and held them up for a better look. They were dark velvet on the outside, smoothest black silk on the inside, and the thread was all cloth of gold, making patterns of Soahc's sign all over the robes themselves.
"Hmm. Not bad." She nodded her approval and proceeded to slip them on over her regular robes.
As she looked around at the other priests, a slow smile appeared on her face. This could be interesting.