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Fall 22, 514 AV
8th Bell
Jovhel used one arm to push open his door, while his other cradled a small bag. The air was chilly, reminding Jovhel that he ought to buy a cloak soon, at least by next season. That, or keep his hearth busy warming the apartment while he was out. He walked over to the table near the hearth and dropped his bag on the desk. He was pleased with himself as he sorted through the merchandise he bought from Sensual Scents. An incense burner and twenty incense sticks that cinnamon gently fragranced from for his sacrifice to Yahal. He also bought a ten-ounce bottle of lotion for himself, and even a bar of soap for his next few trip to the bath house, both exerting the same cinnamon scent. All of this came at the price of less than a days pay; a gold miza and nine silver ones. Xyna certainly smiled upon his salesman's charisma, convincing him to spend a little more to indulge and all.
After removing the contents from the bag, He walked the lotion and soap to the chest in his room and placed as neatly as possible inside. He took the incense burner and a stick of incense, lit the stick, blew it out, and placed it on the desk. The stool beside the table and the rest of the incense sticks were removed and placed beside the chest.
He knelt in the center of his room and watched as the smoke danced away from the stick, gracefully floating throughout his apartment. The smooth, sweet, cinnamon scented smoke was very satisfying and relaxing. This certainly wasn't The Temple of All Gods, but his mother told him to worship Yahal in the privacy of his home, for Yahal was not to be treated as a stranger, but as family, like a beloved father or husband, and invited into a faithful followers house as on such is. He closed his eyes and thought about the events leading up him kneeling in front of the dancing smoke.
.8th Bell
Jovhel used one arm to push open his door, while his other cradled a small bag. The air was chilly, reminding Jovhel that he ought to buy a cloak soon, at least by next season. That, or keep his hearth busy warming the apartment while he was out. He walked over to the table near the hearth and dropped his bag on the desk. He was pleased with himself as he sorted through the merchandise he bought from Sensual Scents. An incense burner and twenty incense sticks that cinnamon gently fragranced from for his sacrifice to Yahal. He also bought a ten-ounce bottle of lotion for himself, and even a bar of soap for his next few trip to the bath house, both exerting the same cinnamon scent. All of this came at the price of less than a days pay; a gold miza and nine silver ones. Xyna certainly smiled upon his salesman's charisma, convincing him to spend a little more to indulge and all.
After removing the contents from the bag, He walked the lotion and soap to the chest in his room and placed as neatly as possible inside. He took the incense burner and a stick of incense, lit the stick, blew it out, and placed it on the desk. The stool beside the table and the rest of the incense sticks were removed and placed beside the chest.
He knelt in the center of his room and watched as the smoke danced away from the stick, gracefully floating throughout his apartment. The smooth, sweet, cinnamon scented smoke was very satisfying and relaxing. This certainly wasn't The Temple of All Gods, but his mother told him to worship Yahal in the privacy of his home, for Yahal was not to be treated as a stranger, but as family, like a beloved father or husband, and invited into a faithful followers house as on such is. He closed his eyes and thought about the events leading up him kneeling in front of the dancing smoke.