Alat is drawn to this place by the winds wispers........

Yes.....Yes....as She draws in deep Breaths.....

.......Blood upon the ground open ground was as sweet as any Beer poured out in oblation.........

..........A'Lat was called out by grand motions of Men , Sacred Rites, Festivals,the birth of the Great and When blood was poured out ...........now all to do but wait .............A'Lat was waiting!

Her toughts turned inward and a Smile Grew as she look over the vistas below................

She looked again and the veil grew thin for a mortal not far from his birth into the relm Her Life, his Death.

As her mind turned farther inward .......the wind has brought such gifts this Night,A'Lat thought wamly.