[10th day of summer.513.a.v.]
[City Center]
[Temple of the Black Sun]
[late evening]
Amelia was never found of visiting the temple. It was not because she wasn’t found of the god, the building or the organization. She was actually quite found of the temple as a whole, she found the architecture to be amazing and it was the one building she fell in love with the moment she visited Ravok for the first time. Her father had managed to make Amelia believe that The Black Sun is all about good, so she liked them, she of course knew that they weren’t as white and good as the people here painted them, she had the perspective of two crashing sides after all. But she liked the organization far more than the Knights of Syliras. She chose the least of bout evils, if you may state it like so. The young Cross was not against Rhysol or The Voice, she was far from a devoted believer, but she appreciated them enough to find herself praying to him once she had finished prayers to her more loved deities.
But if everything about this location was so nice, then why did she hate being there? Easy, she was looked down on. She knew that everyone who was even roughly familiar with her father knew that Amelia was not a native of Ravok, and while nobody, as far as she knew, was familiar with her life in Syliras, she could feel the label of ‘outsider’ being put all over her. Sure, she found this same label on herself in a lot of scenarios, but here it seemed to be most notable. Yet, Amelia walked with her head up high, she refused to act like it actually got to her. Even if everyone here would call her an outsider, she would walk away with her head up high.
”Marcus…Marcus…” Amelia wondered to herself as she looked around the courtyard. Dominic had said that this man is like a chameleon, you just never know how he will look like and so, the most her father could say was that he had light blue eyes, brown hair and was clearly fit, though not in the manner of a warrior. Needless to say, the description was not worth much, and even he said hat its better to just go ahead and ask for him, rather than spend countless bells trying to find him on her own.
She spent approximately, a little less than a bell, walking around the temple and trying to spot a man who could fit the description. She did find a few, but that was the problem. She didn’t exactly want to play a game of chance and potentially walk up to the wrong one. Finally the girl walked up to a woman who had been looking curiously at Amelia, or so she thought. ”Excuse me, would you by any chance know where I could find Mr. Ahysen ?” ”I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen him…” ”If you do, please tell him that I’m looking for him…Cross, Amelia Cross…I’ll be in the Courtyard” with that she bowed her head and departed from the woman to keep her searches.
Amelia asked a few more people, repeating the same scenario. But nobody seemed to have seen the man, for a moment she assumed he was a ghost or out of the city and forgot to mention that to Clyde. The second guess was that she just asked people who didn’t quite know him, and toke the easy way out. One way or the other sat down on a bench in the courtyard, holding the scrolls in her lap. Shaking off any odd looks that were thrown at her. ”should have put them in a bag…” was her realization, as she assumed that everyone was curios of the scrolls. Amelia was to, but she didn’t want to disappoint Clyde and thus, she didn’t open them. That however, didn’t stop her from reading the note that came with the scrolls.
”would he even know it was me who is looking for him?”
