Post by Blindside Tex on Jun 17, 2021 9:44:18 GMT -5
Amara gave a warm smile, she glanced around to the other priestesses. “Fate has a strange way of doing things, doesn’t it?” She turned her eyes to High Priestess Malorn as she spoke. She bowed her own head in respect. She knew there was much to learn. Her mother had not allowed her to know much of the inner workings of the temple. Though perhaps it was because her mother did not know the inner workings of the temple? Her eyes moved to the black haired priestess whom smiled to Amara when she was told that she would be her guide. She looked so young. Amara wondered just how long the woman had been a High Priestess.
Her smile fell slightly as Malorn spoke of the dangers that she still faced. She drew in a breath and gave a slow nod as she watched the woman slip away. She was in charge of an entire militia. Amara would have never imagined herself to be in such a position. She looked to Vira and her expression softened when the woman spoke of the death of her father. “He has always been a ruthless commander. Perhaps he finally made enemies with the wrong group…” She spoke her voice soft. “But…I will look into it. I will need to attend his funeral…” She let out a long sigh.
Tyvar gave a smile, “I’ve always been in good tidings with the High Arcanist. She trusts me more than most of the soldiers. Don’t worry.” He smirked slightly. “I…will look into this as well…Amara.” He placed a hand upon her shoulder before he nodded to Vira and slipped away.
“Our own chambers?” Amara questioned with a soft laugh. “I feel as though I have skipped several steps in the life of someone devout to the temple…” She frowned slightly. She ran her fingertips over the plaque and smiled as she took the key from Vira. As she walked into the room she looked about the bare canvas that it was. She stepped to the empty bookcase and ran her fingertips along it. Her eyes moved to Vira as she spoke of the bath house. “Three baths?” Amara raised her brows, her nobility showed in this question. She let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. “I’m certain that’s plenty enough, hm?” Another laugh.
Amara took in a breath to Vira’s next questions. She moved about the room, looking through the items that were her own that had been brought to the room. She lifted her sword that she had used since she was big enough to swing it. She brought it to Vira with a soft smile upon her lips. “Have you held a sword before?” She asked as she slipped it from the sheath. She turned it and held the hilt toward Vira carefully. “This one, it is made of elvish steel. The lightest steel available. Our ancestors had to carve deep beneath the ice in order to get enough of this steel to forge this weapon. You can fight with it, and not tire as you would with most weapons.” She tilted her head slightly. “I agree that you should know how to defend yourself Vira. But I will also make it a point to have the temple guard protect you, if it is not myself at your side, it will be another.” She gave a warm smile. “It is the least I can do. You…” She furrowed her brows slightly.
The young elf seemed to think slightly before her next words. “I was visited by the God of Death himself…” She bit her lip slightly. “You somehow…you brought me back from the edge…I had felt my life slip away, my soul was ready to leave this plane…when I woke and the pain was gone, I thought that I had passed…until I realized that I was in my mother’s office…then…he appeared…” She sucked in a breath slightly as she remembered the moment that the God of Death had touched her cheek. “He spoke that I am to bring change to this world…and I haven’t felt the same since…he touched my cheek and…the world around use swelled with shadow…and I had wings just like in the dream that you and I had…” She was nearly rambling at this point. Shadows swirled within her eyes as she spoke, the golden color almost appeared to be washed out by it. “I can still feel it…” She spoke in a soft voice. She cleared her throat then and bit her lip. “Apologies…I…I just…I needed to tell someone…” She sat down on the end of her bed and looked to Vira with curious hues. “Do…have…have the gods visited you?” She questioned then.
Her smile fell slightly as Malorn spoke of the dangers that she still faced. She drew in a breath and gave a slow nod as she watched the woman slip away. She was in charge of an entire militia. Amara would have never imagined herself to be in such a position. She looked to Vira and her expression softened when the woman spoke of the death of her father. “He has always been a ruthless commander. Perhaps he finally made enemies with the wrong group…” She spoke her voice soft. “But…I will look into it. I will need to attend his funeral…” She let out a long sigh.
Tyvar gave a smile, “I’ve always been in good tidings with the High Arcanist. She trusts me more than most of the soldiers. Don’t worry.” He smirked slightly. “I…will look into this as well…Amara.” He placed a hand upon her shoulder before he nodded to Vira and slipped away.
“Our own chambers?” Amara questioned with a soft laugh. “I feel as though I have skipped several steps in the life of someone devout to the temple…” She frowned slightly. She ran her fingertips over the plaque and smiled as she took the key from Vira. As she walked into the room she looked about the bare canvas that it was. She stepped to the empty bookcase and ran her fingertips along it. Her eyes moved to Vira as she spoke of the bath house. “Three baths?” Amara raised her brows, her nobility showed in this question. She let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. “I’m certain that’s plenty enough, hm?” Another laugh.
Amara took in a breath to Vira’s next questions. She moved about the room, looking through the items that were her own that had been brought to the room. She lifted her sword that she had used since she was big enough to swing it. She brought it to Vira with a soft smile upon her lips. “Have you held a sword before?” She asked as she slipped it from the sheath. She turned it and held the hilt toward Vira carefully. “This one, it is made of elvish steel. The lightest steel available. Our ancestors had to carve deep beneath the ice in order to get enough of this steel to forge this weapon. You can fight with it, and not tire as you would with most weapons.” She tilted her head slightly. “I agree that you should know how to defend yourself Vira. But I will also make it a point to have the temple guard protect you, if it is not myself at your side, it will be another.” She gave a warm smile. “It is the least I can do. You…” She furrowed her brows slightly.
The young elf seemed to think slightly before her next words. “I was visited by the God of Death himself…” She bit her lip slightly. “You somehow…you brought me back from the edge…I had felt my life slip away, my soul was ready to leave this plane…when I woke and the pain was gone, I thought that I had passed…until I realized that I was in my mother’s office…then…he appeared…” She sucked in a breath slightly as she remembered the moment that the God of Death had touched her cheek. “He spoke that I am to bring change to this world…and I haven’t felt the same since…he touched my cheek and…the world around use swelled with shadow…and I had wings just like in the dream that you and I had…” She was nearly rambling at this point. Shadows swirled within her eyes as she spoke, the golden color almost appeared to be washed out by it. “I can still feel it…” She spoke in a soft voice. She cleared her throat then and bit her lip. “Apologies…I…I just…I needed to tell someone…” She sat down on the end of her bed and looked to Vira with curious hues. “Do…have…have the gods visited you?” She questioned then.
