Winter, Day 1, 514 AV
The walls of the temple were huge. Extending farther and farther up until each met the other in a point at the top. The walls were decorated in carvings and paintings of numerous Gods and Goddesses and the windows colorful in stained glass reflecting hundreds of spots of color around the walls and floor of the cathedral. Ashryn found herself getting lost in the sights, forgetting the reason she was at the temple in the first place.
She was here, of course, to pray, just like any other person came to the temple. It was the first day of the new season and it was a silent tradition of sorts to come at this time and pray, to all the Gods, or as many as she could muster, for a bountiful, safe, productive, exciting new season. The herbalist sat in one of the massive wooden pews. She placed herself at the very end of one of the middle pews, directly next to the intricately carved armrests. Here she could gaze upon the natural and artificial wonders that adorned the building.
The temple was, as usual, parse in the humanoid department. A few people lingered here and there in the pews and Marion Devan was up at the pedestal in the front of the temple, leafing through a large book. A book of the Gods, Ashryn expected, was what he was studying. No matter the time of day or the weather outside Marion was always in the temple. Ashryn has only spoken with him a handful of times, but the young man offers sagely advice and council to those who require it. He is adept at seeking out those in need, and once or twice, sought out Ashryn herself when she was at her lowest. She has always admired the man for his dedication to his religion. He is a man of much knowledge when it comes to the Gods and Goddesses of Mizahar.
Today Ashryn was praying to the Gods for a safe Winter. The events of the previous season, with the magic that destroyed teh city, there was fear still running rampant throughout the Walls. She prayed to Sylir, God of peace, to look over his patron city. She prayed to the God Tavasi to bring a bright new beginning to those who were affected by the bombing. She prayed to Lhex to write a fortunate fate for her and those she cared for. And she prayed to Morwen the Goddess of Winter to bring a safe and mild winter throughout this season.
Ashryn had no specific religion. She viewed all Gods and Goddesses and the creators and thought they each deserved worship in their own way. Zulrav was owed worship when storms raged over the land, Ivak was worship when the volcanoes erupted and fires ravaged forests. Each God and Goddess was equally important, and that is Ashryn's opinion. So each season when she prayed for the days to come, Ashryn went through the list of all the Gods she could remember and thanked and worshiped each one.
The walls of the temple were huge. Extending farther and farther up until each met the other in a point at the top. The walls were decorated in carvings and paintings of numerous Gods and Goddesses and the windows colorful in stained glass reflecting hundreds of spots of color around the walls and floor of the cathedral. Ashryn found herself getting lost in the sights, forgetting the reason she was at the temple in the first place.
She was here, of course, to pray, just like any other person came to the temple. It was the first day of the new season and it was a silent tradition of sorts to come at this time and pray, to all the Gods, or as many as she could muster, for a bountiful, safe, productive, exciting new season. The herbalist sat in one of the massive wooden pews. She placed herself at the very end of one of the middle pews, directly next to the intricately carved armrests. Here she could gaze upon the natural and artificial wonders that adorned the building.
The temple was, as usual, parse in the humanoid department. A few people lingered here and there in the pews and Marion Devan was up at the pedestal in the front of the temple, leafing through a large book. A book of the Gods, Ashryn expected, was what he was studying. No matter the time of day or the weather outside Marion was always in the temple. Ashryn has only spoken with him a handful of times, but the young man offers sagely advice and council to those who require it. He is adept at seeking out those in need, and once or twice, sought out Ashryn herself when she was at her lowest. She has always admired the man for his dedication to his religion. He is a man of much knowledge when it comes to the Gods and Goddesses of Mizahar.
Today Ashryn was praying to the Gods for a safe Winter. The events of the previous season, with the magic that destroyed teh city, there was fear still running rampant throughout the Walls. She prayed to Sylir, God of peace, to look over his patron city. She prayed to the God Tavasi to bring a bright new beginning to those who were affected by the bombing. She prayed to Lhex to write a fortunate fate for her and those she cared for. And she prayed to Morwen the Goddess of Winter to bring a safe and mild winter throughout this season.
Ashryn had no specific religion. She viewed all Gods and Goddesses and the creators and thought they each deserved worship in their own way. Zulrav was owed worship when storms raged over the land, Ivak was worship when the volcanoes erupted and fires ravaged forests. Each God and Goddess was equally important, and that is Ashryn's opinion. So each season when she prayed for the days to come, Ashryn went through the list of all the Gods she could remember and thanked and worshiped each one.
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