The Preserver aka Hindu sect's Supreme God Vishnu strolled down the hall of Aetherion, he had made the report of the past week and was required to submit it to the Oracle.
His yellow with gold embroidery shawl billowed behind him as he walked in. The gold anklets tinkled softly as he walked and his gem studded bracelets clanked as he moved his arms. The deep black, curly locks waved ever so slightly with the wind and the soft almond eyes carried the sense of peace one would achieve probably after centuries of penance.
On his way he spotted from the corner of his eye the three people who sat at the gazebo in the garden. He glanced at them once before he kept walking, he didn't want to disturb them.
He walked over and stopped in front of the large orange white doors that had the golden engravings of a huge tree.
The Preserver raised his arm but before he could knock the doors opened and he smiled before he entered.
