((Aww.. I had such a cool character for Sand too.. but I couldn't really think of how to bring him into the plot. So you can have the position
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Tira looked up at Talim and the others that accompanied her. She stood up slowly, bell held carefully in her hand. She turned to Maya, who had spoken to her, "I never really believed in magic. I joined the Ankhan Militia when I was young, and grew up in an orphanage, and well.... I guess I thought that magic had deserted the people. Now however..." She trailed off, staring at the bell held firmly in her hand, "I guess I just needed some time to think." Talim smiled at her, "I take it that means you've decided to join us then?" Tira smiled, "For the time being... why not?"
Talim turned around after their conversation and saw a young man, badly beaten up, approach her. She smiled at his complement, "Why thankyou..." she closed her eyes suddenly, gasping at a sudden pain and holding her hand to her forehead. When she opened her eyes, flecks of silver has appeared against the deep blue. "The three are together at last. The Moon, voice of Alea and creator of new life. The Sun, upholder of Alea and the liver of life. And the Night, opposition against Alea and the bringer of death."
Talim shook her head suddenly, her eyes returning to their normal dark shade of blue. She looked down at the young man's wrist, trying to comprend the message from the Goddess. "Oh my. It seems we have stumbled upon another High Geomancer."
((Hmm.... I'm not really sure what the prophecy means yet, I'm sure something will occur to me soon. Until then, we'll all just be confuzzled.))