Most people would have reacted strangely to the sight of two small children wandering by themselves in the vast expanse of Basantha Shrine, had they been able to see the children in the first place.
The older of the two children, for certain values of "older," was a dark-haired little girl with dark eyes to match and a once-sweet, lacy dress now stained with age and rough play. Eagerly, she took the little boy by the hand. She was perhaps five, and he perhaps three. He followed her with a kind of fitful excitement, partially gazing around in wonder and partially wanting to stop and suck his thumb from the censory overload. They did not wait for the door to open. The two children simply went transparent for a moment, and passed through the gates, into the realms of the great temple.
A tall monk shuffled past, and the boy suddenly grew frightened. He hid behind the girl. One of her arms changed in the blink of an eye; blue, green, and white claws suddenly sprung from it. The monk passed them on, but the boy looked at her hand with relief.
Here in the temple, enough were spiritually attuned that some might have seen them. Certainly, the monks sensed their presence, and many looked their way without knowing what they were looking at.
The girl brushed back her hair and looked at her companion. "You want to see more?"
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