Whenever Veldrys made these sacrifices of himself, he felt a vague sense of Presence, which Haimon had agreed was how Viratas showed his acceptance of the sacrifice. It was not the same as a face to face meeting, which it could be assumed Haimon himself had experienced. The Chapel had nooks for most of the gods, but the greatest were reserved for Aquiras and Viratas. Veldrys had been introduced to the Chaplain of Aquiras, of course, but they had not had time alone to discuss anything of import, but now that would change. For Haimon was utterly devoted to his god, but he was also Denvali and revered Aquiras. If Veldrys was to understand the particulars of the Denvali cult, he would have to understand Aquiras as well.
"When he wakes up," a querulous old voice muttered, "I'm going to ask him how he expects me to be a chaplain for the god of travel with a hip so out of whack..."
"Yes, Chaplain," came the nonplussed voice of an acolyte, leading him into the main room of worship. The young man's dark eyes rose immediately to meet Veldrys' and he flashed him a quiet smile. Zahari was beloved, but he was a bit crotchety, especially after a nap.
"Ah," the old man said, smoothing down the front of his shirt when he saw the Symenestra. The chaplains wore utilitarian clothing for the most part, a nod to their military heritage, perhaps. Vestments were only truly worn for important rituals and feastdays. "You are Haimon's new boy," he said as if reminding himself. "Good to see you again, good to-- no, I want to sit over there," he informed his acolyte, who helped him get settled in a comfortable looking armchair in an alcove. There was another, empty seat. "Come sit, come sit... All right, but you're off the hook for now."
The acolyte bowed and removed himself, leaving Veldrys with the old character. |