The strange request was followed by more silence as he waited for her to comply. Evarista didn't hurry. The delay wasn't because she hesitated. On the contrary, she mentally accepted the directive as soon as she heard it. Questioning or protesting would serve no purpose. She doubted it was a test of devotion or anything similar. Rather, her normally dull intuition told her that he wanted to teach her something. She was eager to learn.
The girl was surprised by her own lack of tension. Shouldn't she feel anxious about doing something painful? There was no apprehension at all. Holding the prayer beads close, she reached up with her free hand slowly. The black silhouette of her digits outlined itself sharply against the psychedelic glow of the candlelight and its overflowing aural corona. It looked like a strange pool, making her curious to sink her hand in and feel around in there; maybe find what's at the bottom.
Evarista lost her sense of space. She was reaching out towards the fire right in front of her, but it somehow seemed so far away. As if she wouldn't reach it even if she ran after it. Eventually, her fingertips touched a surface, and a thousand needles prickled her skin. It felt like she was sinking her hand into hot water. A pool, just as she imagined. The fire was a pool...?
Then it struck her. She was touching the aura. A concept she had never even entertained as possible. She was touching something that didn't exist, emanating from an object that wasn't an object. The otherworldly heat flowed against her skin as she sunk her hand deeper. She resisted the urge to step forward and dive inside the surreal portal completely. Disappear into another dimension.
Just as she was about to lift her sole off the ground and attempt just that, an intensely searing pain pierced her fingertips. Inhaling sharply, she jerked back her hand instinctively. The rapid surge of adrenaline brought her back to her senses. Dazed, the girl blinked in confusion and looked around her, singed hand still pressed against her chest awkwardly. The overflowing light was gone. On the altar in front of her was a completely mundane candle, with the beshadowed figure of the priest standing behind it.
The man spoke, no longer whispering. His tone was different from before. None of the edge, and none of the intensity, only warm and even. Almost fatherly.
"You have experienced the essence of Rhysol."
Evarista stared silently at him, still with a mildly disoriented expression. The cleric explained patiently, the small flame leaning from side to side in front of him.
"You live among people. You meet them on their path, and maybe you reach out to some. Your friends, your family, your lovers. You discover how they are. Beautiful. Repulsive. Enthralling. Terrifying. You discover that, and you are satisfied. A mistake. There is a layer underneath. Real pain. Real passion. Thoughts and emotions beyond the mundane. Beyond the human. That is where Rhysol waits. Look for him there..."
Listening to him, the shivering visitor finally regained some composure again. Thin trickles of sweat lined her face, and her breathing was still somewhat uneven, but there was clarity in her eyes. The priest slowly raised his hand and pointed at the prayer beads she was holding. Now that Evarista's attention was called back to them, she had to put some effort into relaxing her hand. Her knuckles ached and there was a large bruise on her palm from gripping the loop too tightly. As if she has been drowning, and they were a floating straw.
"Take the beads with you and count the days. We will meet again. Rhysol will guide us."
With those eerily prophetic words, he snuffed the candle in front of him, seemingly with his bare hand. The chamber was instantly submerged in near-total darkness, and the girl lost sight of the robed figure completely. That was fine. She had nothing left to do here. Holding the beads and her singed hand close to her chest, she turned around on her heels and walked towards the door with large strides. Her hips and shoulders collided with two different stone pillars on the way, but she was completely indifferent to the pain. Her mind was fully occupied by other things. Much more important things.
She hadn't uttered a single word during her entire visit, and there was no need to. She was not a speaker.
She was a seeker.
LedgerPaid (donated for IC purposes) 50 gm for prayer beads.