10th Day of Spring, 514AV.
Midday/12th Bell
Midday/12th Bell
A touch of relief flit through his thoughts; relief that he had managed to make visiting the temple his main priority over anything else he needed to do for the day. For a man who spent most of his time out in the wild, he did his best to groom himself before coming to visit the temple. He washed, without soap. He rubbed his head with warm water as he soaked in the Sacred Arch Hotspring near the city.
The warm waters reminding him of the beaches of Ahnatep. By the time he entered the temple he was relatively clean. He wore buckskin pants with matching moccasin boots, and a tan linen shirt. His long jet black hair that reached down to his shoulder blades was worn naturally. He wore all his weaponry, from the quiver of arrows on his back to his sword on his hip when he entered the temple.
Nayato took a seat into one of the Pew closet to the front of the temple where he closed his eyes to pray. Guidance. It was what the Chaktawe male sought and what he prayed for; as so often seemed to be the case. He had asked it of Eywaat so many times; and he never lost faith in any lack of response. Here, now, Nayato felt himself lost in such a new city, and so he prayed for guidance yet again. "Feathered Prince, whom the birds in the trees exalt, help me to find my way in this distant land so different from the Burning Lands. Allow me to echo your intellect and survive any hardships I may face."
The warm waters reminding him of the beaches of Ahnatep. By the time he entered the temple he was relatively clean. He wore buckskin pants with matching moccasin boots, and a tan linen shirt. His long jet black hair that reached down to his shoulder blades was worn naturally. He wore all his weaponry, from the quiver of arrows on his back to his sword on his hip when he entered the temple.
Nayato took a seat into one of the Pew closet to the front of the temple where he closed his eyes to pray. Guidance. It was what the Chaktawe male sought and what he prayed for; as so often seemed to be the case. He had asked it of Eywaat so many times; and he never lost faith in any lack of response. Here, now, Nayato felt himself lost in such a new city, and so he prayed for guidance yet again. "Feathered Prince, whom the birds in the trees exalt, help me to find my way in this distant land so different from the Burning Lands. Allow me to echo your intellect and survive any hardships I may face."
