A sad elf in the temple

Sayiel can be seen praying at the feet of Sehanine's statue, silent tear running down her cheak, falling from her eyes. She is dress as a novice, her beautifull dress is no where to be seen, her hair are not attend to, and strange fact, she doesn't wear her cloak. She seems close to anything exept the goddess. Her divine dagger in her hand, the dagger she got in service of the city at the feet of the statue and the other ones in front of her. She doesn't move, she doesn't eat, she just pray, trying to see some light and guidance.

Valnaire walks up behind her, drawing his sword, Seltriel, and placing it before him whilst kneeling, to pray with her. He looks to her, and quietly tells her "It wasn't your fault."

a tall elf who usually has spent most of his free time seeing to the maintenance of the temple's beauties was today again, without fault, doing his activities. Prayers, participating of sermons and reorganizing the section of the library, helping the clergy as he could with the physical labor. Replanting what there was to replant and verifying the soil's fertility. It was a quite demanding work and in need of a strong backbone; he was glad to help and most of his mornings and afternoons he spent at the temple's service. Today was no fault. however this time it was about to be quite different.

Taking notice of the figure he could likely have recognized from miles away, He stood to his feet, dropping the current tree he was seeing to and cleaning his hands before walking over towards Sayiel, and the recently arrived Valnaire watching them for long moments before he placed a hand upon her shoulder and spoke in a rear whispery tone; fit for a temple.

"Good day Sayiel, your tears tell me something undermines your heart, the clergy tells me you have not moved from here for a while. I will lend an ear to your grief if you will have it..." He then knelt down to offer the Lo'ran lady a hand to stand to her feet, should she be kneeling, then watched the two of them quietly.

She just continue to pray without seeming to hear or feel them around her

As the Quessir Valnaire had chosen to burn the cloak of the Ahk'Velahr bearing the symbol of the House Miriatar and it had been observed, four of the Queen's personal guard arrive at the temple to escort him away. To burn the cloak of the Ruling Queen was beyond an insult, it was treason. But she was merciful and understood deep grief, and so she did not order his execution if he co-operated.

He was now banned permanently from the City of Song.

On the explicit orders of the Queen the grieving woman and the other Quessir are left undisturbed, unless they choose to interfere.

Dark haired elf maiden with pale skin and dressed in purple robes comes to the temple at night when the moon is high and takes a seat on the row closest to the statue of Sehanine on the right side, second one closest to the door. She sits down then bows her head in respect towards the statues. Quietly she recites her nightly prayers to the Mystic Seer.

After she is finished, she stands and looks over the figure(s) by the statue if they are still there at that hour. ((OOC:Assuming this would be well after Coronal's post)) She would make her way closer and ask: How can the Lady help you? As there is no answer, she slowly turns shaking her head lightly and walks out of the temple.

If there is no one by the statue then she would make her way out after her prayers are finished.

The statue is a statue, silent. Perhaps somewhere beyond in Arvandor, Sehanine Moonbow heard. Perhaps she did not. Without doubt She cared for all of her children wherever they were and she hoped that all would walk in wisdom for the betterment of the Tel'Quessir as they were able. Queens, nobles, craftsmen and the wanderers.

Sayiel keep praying.

((my computer is still on repair, so I won't be able to come IC before thusday, this topic is the IC explaination of why she doesn't do anything, speak... ))

*Wythran approaches her and stands behind her a moment*

You have two choices - to wallow in this or to make something good out of it. Find me when your done, perhaps something positive can be had.

*stands behind her a moment and lays a gentle hand on her shoulder*

I am here... *he says in a gentle voice*

*he removes his hand and says nothing else, simply standing silently with her for some time*

Strangely enough, Kayna is not seen at the temple. Only a fly can be heard, and its bzzzzz bzzzzz sound adds absurdity to her tragedy.

Tohrm, having heard of Sayiel having been removed and along with other Defenders having left or been banished, does very little other than carry on his day to day activities, his duties to Myth as a new Defender himself, and wonders why people don't just knuckle down and do the same.

*Karovir who as usual doesn't know what is going on exactly pays the temple another of his short visits and seeing all the people around the one praying elf he grumbles quietly* Now leave her alone and let the poor lady pray finally in peace. Sometimes people need time for themselves...

Tyndal makes his way to the altar to Shevarash, noting Sayiel's presence. He reacts with a quick frown, before schooling his face to a more neutral expression. He scrawls a quick note and drops it next to her without a word:

Quote :

Duty before pride, Sayiel, necessity before indulgence. Figure out what needs doing, and do it. This may be prayer now, but I guarantee you, if the Seldarine guide you, you will soon see what many of us have for a long time: there is more to do, than there are those to do it.

Fearlessly,
Tyndal

*the doors slam shut heavily behind Celorfin as he walk in to the temple*

*he takes a deep breath of the atmosphere and begins to whistle a happy tune as he walks down the marble steps to the main area*

*as he is walking to his room in the temple he trips on the main carpet and falls flat on his face...an ensuing yard sale of his items go flying off him and scatter on the floor*

*groaning he picks himself up and walks over to pick up a few arrows and his bow*

*blood spots begin to drip on the floor and he wipes his nose....frantically he begins looking around the temple and under the benches finally spotting a small satchel underneath a nearby bench and skids across the ground to pick it up*

*he sighs feeling a bit of relief*

*looking up he sees Sayiel kneeling in front of him looking up at the statue*

*not aware of what had happened to her quite yet he rudely blurts out* Hey there Sayiel! Where's your normal dress?! *wiping a bit of blood from his face*

*seeing no immediate answer he shrugs and begins to walk off towards his room*

Nraion makes his way slowly towards the temple after hearing sayiel's bright . He watchs her for a while before sighing and drawing an bow with an interwining tail and a little note by it.

-I'm back. I'm not sure how long.

-nraion

Blue simply walks up to her hand on her shoulder whispers in her ear..

"may your path has changed perhaps its time to follow a new direction now you are free to do many things.. help fleeing refugee's reach myth drannor or freely attack the zhents or maybe even a path unknown to me even many things can be done from here many paths are open to you now... i can only hope you choose a good path but in the end it is your choice not mine.."

he says nothing more kneels and prays silently as he finishes his prayer he gets up whispers to sayiel "this could be your time to start your own family as well.. many paths are open choose wisely.."

he then exits rather simply vanishes from site..

*Baels visit would be most brief doing naught but laying a small basket containing fresh apples, a loaf of bread, a small bottle of wine and some fresh cut flowers beside her with a small note attached*

"for when you rise with hunger. a favor for a favor."

After what days of deep prayer and meditation at the feet of the statue, Sayiel finaly raise slowly, a new determination and a deep sadness in her heart.

She takes a deep breath and take back her regular daggers and hide them back on herself, she then take with great respect her Divine dagger and put it where it belong, at her belt.

Then she take the dagger bestow on her for the service adn defense of the city, the one that was proof of the trusth she was granted and use her fey power to snap it clean. When that is done, she put the pommel in her pack to always remember and put the blade at the Statues feet and say in elven:

"The trust as been broken
The oath as been betrayed
From now on my weapons are yours and my house only
I am but your champion and a Lo'ran now My Goddess"

she then take what was left at her attention, exept the wine she gives as an offering and walk out, single tear falling from her determined eyes

SiaSacham wrote:

After what days of deep prayer and meditation at the feet of the statue, Sayiel finaly raise slowly, a new determination and a deep sadness in her heart.

She takes a deep breath and take back her regular daggers and hide them back on herself, she then take with great respect her Divine dagger and put it where it belong, at her belt.

Then she take the dagger bestow on her for the service adn defense of the city, the one that was proof of the trusth she was granted and use her fey power to snap it clean. When that is done, she put the pommel in her pack to always remember and put the blade at the Statues feet and say in elven:

"The trust as been broken
The oath as been betrayed
From now on my weapons are yours and my house only
I am but your champion and a Lo'ran now My Goddess"

she then take what was left at her attention, exept the wine she gives as an offering and walk out, single tear falling from her determined eyes

The breaking of the dagger, as with the burning of a cloak, is reported by the priestesses to the Coronal.

The Coronal is saddened. She had not expected that. A burning of a cloak, a breaking of a dagger.