Apollonia Sophia Mana-V'neef-Grimaldi

"Greetings, so good to see you again, Mrs. Grimaldi." Prital bowed respectfully.

"I'm sorry, but I go by Mrs. V'neef these days, we're trying to get Temagen if not adopted, at least recognized by my great-great-grandmother. They even sent our relative, V'neef Aliset, to Nexus!"

"You must be quite excited!"

"I'd be more excited if they'd chosen a less headstrong ambassador, 'auntie' Aliset makes mules back away slowly..."

— Diary of Prital Tarawi, agent of Jupiter, 27 Resplendant Air, 769AoS.

"I had given up on Exalting, now I'm uncomfortably confronted with my exaltation. And being chosen by "her" of all people." I remembered meeting She Who Lives in her Name...

"Attend!"

"..."

"Attend, and kneel, or you will be knelt!"

Her voice in my head was like being beaten with hammers! "I obey." She knelt.

"Not in your mind you aren't... What an unfortunate streak of free will and rebellon you have... But I guess, needs must. I have chosen you, I am sending you into the world, in my name, as an Exalt, a Chosen of <My Name>. It is surpassingly difficult to explain to an outsider, but, to you, it will be simple. You are chosen, and chosen are allowed to speak <My Name> aloud. Not my full, unadulterated name, from before the War In Heaven, nor my current, diminished but encompassing-all-that-I-am version that calls to heaven and hell and regiments the Wyld. Yes, the Wyld, few know this, but as my chosen, you will know this to be true. When I and Cytherea first met the denizens of the Wyld, they were not protected yet by any oaths, and so I instilled in them divisions, between the Shaped and the Unshaped, and within the Shaped, between the Ishvara, the courtiers and Nobles, and the riff-raff, the goblyns and the asurmen, while she made them more onto herself, eager to share their story upon the world. She is the great beginning, and she could not help herself, she made them thirst for her and her nature."

She underestimated me, she didn't know or care that my free will sufficed to reject her bargain. And to her surprise, I just walked away...

I have grown to resent it though, for I was not truly free, Oramus had dreamed of this moment, and snatched my freedom away, and against his arguments, I had no purchase, and so I was to walk across Cecelyne's desert, arguing with the little voice in my head, who claimed to be sent by Oramus, and whose voice was like the rustling of the pages of a book. It never said its name, but it knew much, and thought me sorcery just on the way from the amphitheatre to the exit from the desert. My trip punctuated by my purple fur covering my body every... day? It felt like it, although Ligier never sets, at any rate, my purple Ratfur discharged purple lightning into the sands ,creating mirrors every so often, and in the last one, I stepped into, and found myself in the Mansion you visited, halfway to Great Forks almost, from Nexus. Uncle Snow and Auntie Wandry were there, and 'Daddy'. He said he was adopting me, telling me what had happened to my parents, who were among the first executed back in Thorns.

— The Story of Apollonia