Timestamp: 55 of Fall, 512
There was something about ritual space that Kavala loved. It was interestingly enough a love she'd shared with Sama'el who seemed to have an equal enjoyment of getting things ready. As she walked around the Sacred Circle, Kavala paused at each statue of the Gods the circle held within them. Nysel, Rak'Keli, Eyris, Semele, Caiyha, Wysar, Akajia, and Laviku all stood sentinel around the circle. In the center, an alter held aloft by Zintila, flanked on either side by Syna and Leth made up the alter at kneeling height in the center.
Kavala made sure that each God and Goddess had fresh offerings laid at their feet. Semele had gems. Caiyha had flowers. Laviku had things gathered from the shore. The list went on. The only statue that had no offering was Akajia, and instead Kavala had whispered a secret in her ear.
A fresh alter cloth was laid out, strewn with gems and flowers spiraling like the Chavi. Kavala wore a robe, but it would not remain on for long. She would meet her brother naked this night. It would not be for anything sexual, but the ceremony they were going to preform was a rebirth of sorts. And to be born again, he'd have to come into the world just like he did before.
And so Kavala waited, her hair wet from the bath she'd taken to cleans her body as well as her mind. In her hand was a tray of candles, unlit, for Vanator. Tonight she'd be his high priestess. But after tonight, he'd be something more. And she knew, deep down, that whatever manifested itself out of the ritual, Vanator would be changed forever. She hoped, deeply and fiercely, that it would be for the best
Big, expansive, the stone circle was molded with azurite, where lapis and malachite came together and formed an incredible blue green stone. Goldstone was etched into the lines of the circle, carefully inlaid and then swept around unbroken and glittering. The space was ready. The Konti was ready. Kavala only hoped Vanator was ready.
There was something about ritual space that Kavala loved. It was interestingly enough a love she'd shared with Sama'el who seemed to have an equal enjoyment of getting things ready. As she walked around the Sacred Circle, Kavala paused at each statue of the Gods the circle held within them. Nysel, Rak'Keli, Eyris, Semele, Caiyha, Wysar, Akajia, and Laviku all stood sentinel around the circle. In the center, an alter held aloft by Zintila, flanked on either side by Syna and Leth made up the alter at kneeling height in the center.
Kavala made sure that each God and Goddess had fresh offerings laid at their feet. Semele had gems. Caiyha had flowers. Laviku had things gathered from the shore. The list went on. The only statue that had no offering was Akajia, and instead Kavala had whispered a secret in her ear.
A fresh alter cloth was laid out, strewn with gems and flowers spiraling like the Chavi. Kavala wore a robe, but it would not remain on for long. She would meet her brother naked this night. It would not be for anything sexual, but the ceremony they were going to preform was a rebirth of sorts. And to be born again, he'd have to come into the world just like he did before.
And so Kavala waited, her hair wet from the bath she'd taken to cleans her body as well as her mind. In her hand was a tray of candles, unlit, for Vanator. Tonight she'd be his high priestess. But after tonight, he'd be something more. And she knew, deep down, that whatever manifested itself out of the ritual, Vanator would be changed forever. She hoped, deeply and fiercely, that it would be for the best
Big, expansive, the stone circle was molded with azurite, where lapis and malachite came together and formed an incredible blue green stone. Goldstone was etched into the lines of the circle, carefully inlaid and then swept around unbroken and glittering. The space was ready. The Konti was ready. Kavala only hoped Vanator was ready.