43rd of Spring, 518 AV
Avela had lived in Alvadas all of her life. She had been born in this city, and it was the only home she had ever known. So, given all of that, it was shameful how little time she had spent at the Temple of Ionu. Oh, she had gone at all of the usual times, with her family or with her stepmother occasionally, but it had always felt odd for her to go on her own. Despite living in Alvadas all of her life, it had never really occurred to her that she would be welcome. It was because of her heritage, the fact that her father told her that her mother had been marked by Avalis. Although Avela hadn't been particularly devout there either, a part of her had always felt that maybe Avalis deserved her attention.
But since Avela had been too uncertain to really pay Avalis that much respect either, she had ended up doing neither, existing in an odd limbo between both halves of her nature, never committing to one or the other.
That was, until today. Avela honestly didn't know where else she could turn at this point.
That was why she found herself at the Temple of Ionu, sitting at one of the benches around the raised platform, her hands clasped together in front of her as she tried to tune out the noise of the crowd of scholars that had crowded the entrance. She was looking out at one of the doors on the other side of the platform, trying to get herself into a prayerful mood, but it was hard. She wasn't even entirely sure what she should pray for, and she felt oddly out of place.
She did her best anyway, drawing in a deep breath.
Could she pray inside her mind? Would Ionu hear that?
She was probably better off using her mouth. Could she use Kontinese? No, she still wasn't good enough at that language to say what she needed to be said. She kept her words to a low murmur, though, not wanting anyone around her to hear.
"Um..." she began. "I know I haven't been around a lot, but..." Oh, this was ridiculous! Why was she acting like her stepmother had caught her coming back home after curfew? She pressed her lips tightly together and tried again. "...I need help. Please. They say the city is a part of you, that you know everything that happens inside of it. My...my little brother, Kairen...I don't know what's happening with him. I don't know what sort of trouble he's getting into. But you do."
As the words left her mouth, some of her hesitance faded, her speech becoming stronger. "Please, help me. Kairen...he's a pain, and sometimes he makes me want to tear out my hair, but he's family. If something happened to him, I don't know what I would do. I...I want to help him, but I don't know how. I don't know what I can do."
"Show me how to help him, please. A sign, an illusion, something? I need to help him."
"Show me how I can help."
The answer Avela was looking for probably wasn't a strong pinch to the arm, but that was what she got anyway.
Avela had lived in Alvadas all of her life. She had been born in this city, and it was the only home she had ever known. So, given all of that, it was shameful how little time she had spent at the Temple of Ionu. Oh, she had gone at all of the usual times, with her family or with her stepmother occasionally, but it had always felt odd for her to go on her own. Despite living in Alvadas all of her life, it had never really occurred to her that she would be welcome. It was because of her heritage, the fact that her father told her that her mother had been marked by Avalis. Although Avela hadn't been particularly devout there either, a part of her had always felt that maybe Avalis deserved her attention.
But since Avela had been too uncertain to really pay Avalis that much respect either, she had ended up doing neither, existing in an odd limbo between both halves of her nature, never committing to one or the other.
That was, until today. Avela honestly didn't know where else she could turn at this point.
That was why she found herself at the Temple of Ionu, sitting at one of the benches around the raised platform, her hands clasped together in front of her as she tried to tune out the noise of the crowd of scholars that had crowded the entrance. She was looking out at one of the doors on the other side of the platform, trying to get herself into a prayerful mood, but it was hard. She wasn't even entirely sure what she should pray for, and she felt oddly out of place.
She did her best anyway, drawing in a deep breath.
Could she pray inside her mind? Would Ionu hear that?
She was probably better off using her mouth. Could she use Kontinese? No, she still wasn't good enough at that language to say what she needed to be said. She kept her words to a low murmur, though, not wanting anyone around her to hear.
"Um..." she began. "I know I haven't been around a lot, but..." Oh, this was ridiculous! Why was she acting like her stepmother had caught her coming back home after curfew? She pressed her lips tightly together and tried again. "...I need help. Please. They say the city is a part of you, that you know everything that happens inside of it. My...my little brother, Kairen...I don't know what's happening with him. I don't know what sort of trouble he's getting into. But you do."
As the words left her mouth, some of her hesitance faded, her speech becoming stronger. "Please, help me. Kairen...he's a pain, and sometimes he makes me want to tear out my hair, but he's family. If something happened to him, I don't know what I would do. I...I want to help him, but I don't know how. I don't know what I can do."
"Show me how to help him, please. A sign, an illusion, something? I need to help him."
"Show me how I can help."
The answer Avela was looking for probably wasn't a strong pinch to the arm, but that was what she got anyway.
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~Avela~
