Spring 34 513 AV 8th bell
Lucy had taken the morning off from work, she missed the sea but she couldn't return, not yet. She had heard numerous rumors of a pirate and his treason but she had come to like Syliras. Come to love the way Lucky the white mare greeted her every morning and how friendly the people were, well most of them anyway. Confused and without a shred of luck, her black boots walked down the streets aimlessly. She spotted a huge building of likes she had never seen before. It had stained glass windows that refracted sunlight into the temple, enticing the young Svefra to walk through it's open doors. Her mouth dropped in awe as she stepped in. Gigantic sorrow oak pews were decorated with pools of colorful light. Even the grey stones seemed to come to life in the temple.
'What kind of place is this?' Lucy walked over to one of the pews and took a seat. She gasped, surprised that her long back could rest against it. One could only see her head above the oak. She saw a few people scattered over the place, in praying positions or meditating. 'It's peaceful and comforting to be here... I suppose this is what a temple of the gods should feel like.' The young Svefra couldn't help but feel out of place even more now for her people weren't known for their peace or quiet. She glanced down to her mother's ring on her left hand. It caught the colorful light and gleamed. 'I wonder how you're doing mother.' She sighed and looked around once more, waiting for something that not even she was sure of would come.