75 Summer 518 AV
- around daybreak
The red-haired Kelvic stretched as she walked, feeling somewhat in a daze as she trodded along. The weather had grown stranger and stranger by the day and it caused her to feel edgy and more reactive that normal. It was so oppressive and unnatural that every sound caused her to jerk or set her insides twisting and chest clenching. She hated it and hated the dark cloud that had joined the dense fog, spreading thickly over the five peaks that made up the city of Lhavit. The two seemed so in league that they snuffed out Syna's dazzling morning rays completely, drowning out all light.
Light didn't seem to be the only thing absent this morning; Zeva noted a distinct lack of birdsongs and various other morning sounds and it made her feel even more rattled. Nothing felt right or natural and she hoped it was simply because a storm was brewing. That was her hope, anyways, and partially why she was heading in the direction of Sartu peak. All kinds of things tended to wash ashore thanks to storms and Zeva had every intention of taking full advantage of the potential smorgasbord of stuff.
She only needed the murkiness that had set in today to leave.
With this all in mind, her sluggish plodding finally brought her over the long, hanging bridge that connected Tenten to Zintia, her slog slog taking her in the direction of the next bridge to Sartu. She had little intention to linger any longer than necessary on Tenten - she had never been much of a scholar, afterall - but a particular structure caught her eye and she found herself heading in its direction. Even in the gloom of the cloud and fog, this particular bit of architecture still managed to glow and she found herself draw to it like a moth to a flame. She didn't know that the reason for the glow was that an actual fire burned within - she hadn't paid too much attention when she had explored the peak earlier in the season, all she knew was that it was the most vibrant thing in her vicinity and she felt an urge to check it out.
She climbed the terraces that led to it, eyes drinking the structure up. She had never really experienced anything like a temple devoted to the divines and she found herself in awe of its splendour. The walls seemed to glitter under the weak light that did managed to penetrate the dark, heavy skies and her eyes roamed the length of it, following every line and arch. It was only as she approached that she noticed others nearby - women, cloaked in willowy robes that looked every colour of the sunrise, changing hue with every angle. The Kelvic found herself mesmerised and slowly approached one.
"Excuse me, what is this place? And can I get one of those beautiful robes?" The last question sounded more like a demand but the woman before her fielded them with grace and patience, her cuipd-bow lips pulling into a smile that lit up her face and Zeva watched as she suddenly seemed to glow like the sun. There was an odd mark around her eye like a tattoo but the colouring was unlike any tattoo she had ever seen. She'd need to ask about that too.
"No, child, these robes are only for women like myself, the Taiyang, keepers of Syna's Temple and guardians of Her eternal fire. You find yourself in Her Temple, blessed by Her warmth and love. Come," she gently motioned for Zeva to join her, the movements so smooth it looked as if her long, thing hand was caressing the air, "I'll escort you closer to Her flame."
Zeva felt compelled to do as the woman asked... even though she was disappointed by what she was told. She followed the woman quietly, being mindful of her own footfalls. The place was eerily quiet save for the crackling of the large fire and it felt oddly wrong to disturb it with her heavy feet.
Light didn't seem to be the only thing absent this morning; Zeva noted a distinct lack of birdsongs and various other morning sounds and it made her feel even more rattled. Nothing felt right or natural and she hoped it was simply because a storm was brewing. That was her hope, anyways, and partially why she was heading in the direction of Sartu peak. All kinds of things tended to wash ashore thanks to storms and Zeva had every intention of taking full advantage of the potential smorgasbord of stuff.
She only needed the murkiness that had set in today to leave.
With this all in mind, her sluggish plodding finally brought her over the long, hanging bridge that connected Tenten to Zintia, her slog slog taking her in the direction of the next bridge to Sartu. She had little intention to linger any longer than necessary on Tenten - she had never been much of a scholar, afterall - but a particular structure caught her eye and she found herself heading in its direction. Even in the gloom of the cloud and fog, this particular bit of architecture still managed to glow and she found herself draw to it like a moth to a flame. She didn't know that the reason for the glow was that an actual fire burned within - she hadn't paid too much attention when she had explored the peak earlier in the season, all she knew was that it was the most vibrant thing in her vicinity and she felt an urge to check it out.
She climbed the terraces that led to it, eyes drinking the structure up. She had never really experienced anything like a temple devoted to the divines and she found herself in awe of its splendour. The walls seemed to glitter under the weak light that did managed to penetrate the dark, heavy skies and her eyes roamed the length of it, following every line and arch. It was only as she approached that she noticed others nearby - women, cloaked in willowy robes that looked every colour of the sunrise, changing hue with every angle. The Kelvic found herself mesmerised and slowly approached one.
"Excuse me, what is this place? And can I get one of those beautiful robes?" The last question sounded more like a demand but the woman before her fielded them with grace and patience, her cuipd-bow lips pulling into a smile that lit up her face and Zeva watched as she suddenly seemed to glow like the sun. There was an odd mark around her eye like a tattoo but the colouring was unlike any tattoo she had ever seen. She'd need to ask about that too.
"No, child, these robes are only for women like myself, the Taiyang, keepers of Syna's Temple and guardians of Her eternal fire. You find yourself in Her Temple, blessed by Her warmth and love. Come," she gently motioned for Zeva to join her, the movements so smooth it looked as if her long, thing hand was caressing the air, "I'll escort you closer to Her flame."
Zeva felt compelled to do as the woman asked... even though she was disappointed by what she was told. She followed the woman quietly, being mindful of her own footfalls. The place was eerily quiet save for the crackling of the large fire and it felt oddly wrong to disturb it with her heavy feet.