Ezekiel watched the fireflies flood in, each seeming to have a set purpose. He had never heard of the dragon speaking to them prior, but even her voice made it clear she was in charge of things; she wasn't someone to be challenged easily. 

Being invited to a ceremony? To call it an honor would be an understatement. His concern lied in the church, and the management of it in the unspecified amount of time he would be gone. But it didn't seem wise to deny a gift from a dragon so powerful she could exile his lord, and the event would also definitely further the interests of his church if he did go. 

He looked up at Draken, noting the grin he held. Was he planning something? It was always hard to tell with the dragon, but his intentions most likely weren't pristine. Were they ever? It was hard to say. "I consider it an honor, and it would be lovely." He responded, taking up the offer. With the relatively small size of his staff he didn't need to do much, especially considering he would be with his lord in this time. It would be nice to get out for awhile, anyway. 

The priest watched the two girls and their reactions to the invite. Judging by how they were reacting, this wouldn't be their first time in the dragons' tribe. 

In particular, he looked at Myrtle. She had done exactly that before, hadn't she? Come to think of it, he realized they hadn't had a chance to talk. Maybe she had a reason for having connections. Or maybe she was just a weird kid, doing stupid things that were working out in her favor.