Vows were made, words were spoken and the question hung in the air. For a chime there was silence, until finally the pycon answered with a stubby point and a single word. Fallon gave a slight frown, her brow creasing before she simply shrugged. The figure of Sylir himself, the great oak. Though, she recognised it more as a symbol of the order before the actual god. There was a dull thud to the floor that once more returned her attention to Ball. Eyes looked down upon the clay being as he scuttled off from the pews. There was a slight tilt of the head, followed by the pursing of lips. She would be better off letting the creature do as he wished. Even as he rolled past the spirit and onwards to the main altar, the squire did not move. He was not really any of her business anyway, and so she reserved herself to focus on her own.
Clear the mind, find focus, say thanks and leave. Show your respect to those who could smite you in less than a tick. Fallon gave a nervous swallow, inhaling deeply. Her back straightened, her eyes turning to the front of the temple. There the sigils of gods danced within the stone, marking the wall and serving as a reminder of their existence. She exhaled, fingers lacing themselves together whilst her eyes turned into a squint. Praying was not her forte to say the least, most gods would recognise that in her. Too obsessed with going out and doing than sitting back and praying.
Fallon cleared her throat and spoke in a mumble of words, “To Eyris, I ask that you continue to guide me through my learning and allow me to increase my wisdom as well as others through teaching. To Tyveth, I ask that you help me see truth in the world, allowing myself and others to be honest. To Yahal, I ask to be able to keep my faith strong even in the direst of times to succeed in my chosen task. And to Sylir, to allow me to find and protect the peace of those who wish for it.”
Exhaling, the squire gave a final look to the Pycon and the ghost before standing. She had done what she had wished to do, she had succeeded in gaining a moment of solace from the world and now there was little else to be done. Her lip curled as she looked to the Pycon and then to the ghost. There was an incline of the head, before she turned her attention to the door. They would be fine without her supervising; this was a holy place after all, what could possibly go wrong?
Clear the mind, find focus, say thanks and leave. Show your respect to those who could smite you in less than a tick. Fallon gave a nervous swallow, inhaling deeply. Her back straightened, her eyes turning to the front of the temple. There the sigils of gods danced within the stone, marking the wall and serving as a reminder of their existence. She exhaled, fingers lacing themselves together whilst her eyes turned into a squint. Praying was not her forte to say the least, most gods would recognise that in her. Too obsessed with going out and doing than sitting back and praying.
Fallon cleared her throat and spoke in a mumble of words, “To Eyris, I ask that you continue to guide me through my learning and allow me to increase my wisdom as well as others through teaching. To Tyveth, I ask that you help me see truth in the world, allowing myself and others to be honest. To Yahal, I ask to be able to keep my faith strong even in the direst of times to succeed in my chosen task. And to Sylir, to allow me to find and protect the peace of those who wish for it.”
Exhaling, the squire gave a final look to the Pycon and the ghost before standing. She had done what she had wished to do, she had succeeded in gaining a moment of solace from the world and now there was little else to be done. Her lip curled as she looked to the Pycon and then to the ghost. There was an incline of the head, before she turned her attention to the door. They would be fine without her supervising; this was a holy place after all, what could possibly go wrong?
