12th of Spring - 517 AV
Scrunched up brows as she listened to the tiny creature that spoke by her ear, it was weird that Aenisa was to know her in the future or indeed, already did. Hadn’t the tiny one known that she had only been in the city for that short amount of time or was it all a mystery, as Lola said, Aenisa had been quiet about her earlier days. Weird, didn’t seem like something she would do. Aenisa found herself wondering as she was wandering towards the priest, how the tiny figurine had survived for several years in the city without getting trampled to death. If Aenisa had been a tiny clay figurine she would have been crushed below the soles of some stupid human or other creature long ago. Aenisa was happy that she wasn't a clay figurine, clay was so brittle.
A scar, a mark on your body. Aenisa slowly nodded her head at this and thought it over for a moment before she would eventually speak. “I got…” She tried to repeat the same phrase that Lola had used, the pronunciation falling way short of what a fluent tongue would manage. “… purrminant mark?” And then as if she didn’t really understand what it was all about she shot a glance over her shoulder towards her back as if the mark would just appear out of willpower alone. It didn’t work, Aenisa sighed inwardly and focused back ahead again, towards the priest. Not clearly sure what to do with all of the information that she was getting from the tiny figurine, Aenisa lost herself in deep thought. What was the true meaning behind the visit of the small friend on her shoulder? Was it some sign from another god? To steer her away from Ionu? Give her a new meaning to her life or to test her? Or was the tiny figurine truly sentient and self-aware the way that she, herself was? It was very hard to figure out the true meaning behind what was going on in her life at this moment.
Soaking up the slight compliment about her name without paying much attention to the rest of the words that flowed from her little friend. Aenisa was soon at the priest and as they eventually reached the priest or seeming leader of the temple, she cleared her throat as if to attract the attention of the man. “Hi! Is you the man that speaking for the god? We are looking after Ionu, they here?” Aenisa said straight out in a most enthusiastic way as if she had just reached the end of a long journey. Her eyes wandered over the man who stood before the duo. A short man with a hairline that had many years ago started to walk backwards along his scalp. Aenisa wasn’t sure if the man was the head of the temple, in her eyes he seemed too unimportant and could not possibly be the caretaker of the god.
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