She was happier to dance in a vague circle with a trio of orphan girls - Iselde, Nikoli (who'd played Valkyrie), and Yvanni (who'd played a few minor roles), all of whom were roughly Val's age and none of whom insisted that Val had to dance with them despite being orphans just like her. When she glanced to 'Jerob', his angry stare was fixed upon her, as if she'd made an enemy for life simply by slapping his hand away and then telling him to piss off. If he tried a fifth time, she'd pop him in the nose, even if it was Taagsnit.
As the hour of Nocturne approached, people seemed to sense it and the music and merriment gradually died down. The lanterns about the hall had grown dim (or maybe somebody had dimmed them) and the dominant source of lighting was a great golden glow coming from the hearth behind the altar. This was because somebody had set a lens and a great frame of frosted glass in front of it to give the whole front of the temple a glow that could have been considered either warm or ominous depending on your point of view. Val wasn't sure which she took it to be.
Priestess Oestel strode to the front of the altar - there was no pulpit to hide behind - and spoke to the crowd, her iron-gray hair haloed in golden light like an angel. Val couldn't remember whether the Old Sudren religion believed in angels or whether Valkyrie's winged warrior women were the closest they got. When the priestess spoke, her voice was strong and commanding despite her size.