[DTA] Mdm Augustine - Temple Service
May 22, 2020 17:38:25 GMT
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Post by Madame Augustine (Deceased) on May 22, 2020 17:38:25 GMT
She returns from Za'Suul defeated, and sinks her mind and hands into the welcoming indifference of the earth. She's been gone for too long, has taken too many trips and strayed too far from her roots. Her power might have increased but what does that matter if she isn't using it the way He intended her to?
There's plants that need tending to; soil that needs tilling and branches that need coaxing in the right direction. Acorns still sleeping under ground need to be whispered to. Prayer lanterns need to be lit, there's incense that needs burning and an acolyte that needs training.
She teaches Elodan a prayer of reverence for the dead, a prayer to help them both remember to look for those lost in the new life being born around them. She sends him back to the Refuge with a promise to see him the next day, and the day after that as well.
She cares diligently for the land she's begun to call home and the bitter taste of failure and humiliation is slowly washed out of her mouth with every cup of tea that Rani presses into her dirt-stained hands.
"You know I'm older than you, right? You don't have to mother me," she smiles as the fourth cup of the day is forced on her.
Rani scoffs.
"You look younger than my daughter, you don't fool me. And even if you are, you look like you could use it. Drink your tea and get back to work."
There's plants that need tending to; soil that needs tilling and branches that need coaxing in the right direction. Acorns still sleeping under ground need to be whispered to. Prayer lanterns need to be lit, there's incense that needs burning and an acolyte that needs training.
She teaches Elodan a prayer of reverence for the dead, a prayer to help them both remember to look for those lost in the new life being born around them. She sends him back to the Refuge with a promise to see him the next day, and the day after that as well.
She cares diligently for the land she's begun to call home and the bitter taste of failure and humiliation is slowly washed out of her mouth with every cup of tea that Rani presses into her dirt-stained hands.
"You know I'm older than you, right? You don't have to mother me," she smiles as the fourth cup of the day is forced on her.
Rani scoffs.
"You look younger than my daughter, you don't fool me. And even if you are, you look like you could use it. Drink your tea and get back to work."