Open [Bree’s Bivouac] Wash away your sins

[Weylin Quickshot]

Date: Winter 512, Day 7, Morning


It was here, tucked away and out of sight that Weylin Quickshot brought herself. Ever since arriving in the city she could not shake the feeling of dread off her, of a guilty conscious that consumed her mind. Whenever she looked down upon her hands all she ever saw was blood, their blood, it made her stomach twist, and for the most part she had lost her appetite. Food and sustenance had very little meaning to her; her mind was clouded with their twisted faces of pain and agony. Time and again Weylin tried to shake the feeling, but it held a tight grip to her, a sin that she was yet able to lift, to wash her hands free of the blood. So here Weylin found herself, before the small shrine of Rak’keli the goddess of healing. Although Weylin did not go receive for her blessings she could not help but approach, it gave her peace of mind in comparison to the other patron gods of Zeltiva, something that the Drykas wanted. She wanted to forget the scene, the cold blood, the raw instinct that made her commit such a crime. She wanted to be free of it.

The Drykas straightened her back, and walked the best she could, her bandaged leg was still playing up, the wound still fresh, making it difficult to walk upon. It would take time before it would heal properly, and it would take more time for Weylin to forgive herself. She sat herself just outside the shrine, her back leaning against the side, her mind staring out to the small amount of tranquillity that surrounded her. For a moment she closed her eyes, seeing only darkness before the face of the dead came racing forth. She shook whenever she saw those faces, full of torment, full of pain and something she never wanted to see again.
You failed them Weylin, you failed them, and you left them to die. You are nothing more than a murderer.
I am not! No! I wanted to help-
Lies! All lies!
“Shyke,” she muttered under her breath.

She felt herself tremble, but pushed the thought down. If she could change the past she would, if she could stop the death of her hunting party she would, if she could exchange her life for theirs, she would of done a hundred times over already. But she could not, she was only mortal, the past was now the past and could never be changed. It was now time to move on, if she was able to. She let her head roll forward, taking in a deep breath as she tried to clear her mind. She was always encouraged to try and find calm since a young age, to find a location in which to centre her and to pour in all her focus, to quell her restless nature. But so far Weylin had yet to find anything to grasp on, or if she did, it had the bad habit of sweeping itself away before she could even hold onto it. And with her boy like appearances she remained, her head continuing to hang forward, unmoving as she tried to make peace with herself and so allowing the healing of her darkening mind.

[Skaiira]

I’m not really the faithful type but today I’ve decided to pay the god of healing a visit. As of late people have been falling ill left and right. They say it’s some weird disease come back for revenge. Either way I have somehow managed to avoid it thus far so a little gratitude to the gods is the least I can do... I suppose. I come to an iron plate set in to a small stone marker. It reads: ‘Bree’s Bivouac’. I stretch and let out a great big yawn. What was her name again? Roku... Ratell... no, no that’s not it erm... Rakina? Oh gods, why did I even bother coming? How can I expect anything from the deities if I can’t even remember their names!?

I scratch the back of my head and approach the little cottage. When I open the door a small bell chimes above and the scent of herbs and old candles are thick in the air. I realize I’m nervous. This is the first time I have ever done this alone. I take a good look around. I see candles. Lots of candles. Weird ceremonial stuff and... a man? Yes a man just outside the shrine itself. He looks angry or maybe depressed. I can’t tell. In any case he looks real freaking scary. Has he noticed me? I think he is going to bite my face off. I’m thinking maybe it’s better to pray some other time. I want to run but for some reason my legs are not responding. Wait, think Skaiira think. Maybe I forgot some sort of action or words or something in respect of oh god what the hell is her name!?... Yeah, that’s got to be it, that’s why he is mad.

I do a sort of awkward bow thing off the top of my head with one knee on the floor and one hand on my chin. I’m sure it looks ridiculous. I clear my throat. “Oh goddess of healing I... I have come to pay my erm... my... respects?” Oh you idiot! That was so stupid. You probably made him angrier! I stay bent over on one knee. Sweat trickles down the side of my face as I wait in silence for my... punishment?

[Weylin Quickshot]

Weylin watched the boy enter, pure nerves filling him, his eyes glancing at her for a moment. She felt the glance roll over her, but Weylin did not turn her head up. There was no need too. After all, this boy was just as welcome here. And so she kept her head bent, staring down at her hands, her thoughts masked with the events that had come and gone. Her hands for a moment tightened, but quickly it was pushed down. She could not allow herself to loose control, she had to focus herself.

Weylin did not move, but she heard the boy's attempts at praying to Rak'keli. He looked for a moment, nervous, a flash of worry and fear going through his face. What did he expect, for Weylin to lash out in anger towards a boy? She was not so cruel, perhaps in a mood of despair, but otherwise Weylin had no quarrel with the boy. She could see him struggling with his prayer, and so summoned her own voice forth.
"Rak'keli, goddess of healing," the words seemed roll of Weylin's tongue, a heavy Drykan accent ringing off of it, "It is through these dark times that we turn our eyes to you, that we pay our respects so that we may be guided from illness and poor health, to be able to aid our friends and strangers alike, so that we can survive and grow once more. May you help us face those who stand against us, to help us once more achieve balance so we are ready to face off those who speak against your name."

She drew in a deep breath, and wrapped herself once more in silence. Now she would not speak, unless of course she was spoken too. For there was nothing else the Drykas could say, it was after all a simple prayer, nothing more, nothing less. But even the simplest of things were sometimes the best.