8th of Spring, 515AV
8th Bell, Morning
Makutsi's Tower
8th Bell, Morning
Makutsi's Tower
It was an invasion. There was no other way to describe it. And when Sezkero opened the door to the Tower that morning, her heart dropped. Not today. The snake groaned in dread as she took in the glowing sight. Small glowing rocks were littering the main room of the temple. At a quick glance, it looked as if the rocks were scattered coming from the plunge pool, almost as if they had crawled out of the sea water. Sezkero groaned, letting the heavy main door close behind her.
"I know." She heard the voice of Kal, who was perched halfway of the staircase, just out of reach of the closest glowing rock.
"What are they? And why are they here?" The snake looked up at the man, stepping carefully into the temple. The rocks nearest her were very scattered and it was easy to avoid them. She reached with her left leg to flick one with her sandal, but when her toes collided with the sharp rock, it didn't budge, resulting in a painful bump to her big toes. Gasping, Sezkero reached town to hold her toe, having expected the rock to move at her touch. "Zulrav's Rage! What are they!"
"Limpets, Ker. Kicking them won't do you any good." She couldn't see the grin on Kal's face when he spoke, but it was hard to miss the amusement in his voice. The man descended the stairs to come closer to her, and she gave a defeated glare at the man, as the throbbing in her toe declined enough for her to straighten up. Lifitng her head scarf from her head, the snake weaved through the limpets towards the hook to hang her scarf and pack.
“You know, we have the fundraiser tomorrow, what are we going to do about it?” Sezkero asked her Priest, turning to look for his answer. The man only shrugged, toeing at a limpet with his bare foot.
“You should see the plunge pool.” The human chuckled, stepping over to the big windows that bordered the front door. She watched the man straighten the curtains to keep the sun from shining through. It was not unusual to keep the big window curtains drawn tight on summer days, to keep the sun limited to small windows. The acolytes didn’t mind the dark so much as the heat, but with the glowing limpets residing in the main hall, the shade seemed almost amplified in contrast.