but this hunger, it isn't you

random event "Accepted turned Ascended turned Demi-God," the Eirachi echoed, her rich double-voice both amused and, perhaps, slightly mocking. Still, it was evident that whatever Wessex was, she had most certainly attracted the creature's curiosity, and the Wraith would find the cold winds enveloping her, whilst the Eirachi meanwhile seemed to blur in and out of focus, as if she were the very snow itself. She smiled more widely, baring more sharp teeth at the mention of her price; truly, it was the best part about answering these lonely calls in the Tundra. "A shrine, young demi-god," she near whispered. "I would have you make me a shrine in the place where you come from. Somewhere that I might visit when the Tundra becomes tiresome."