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alaklondewen · 12-29-2004, 02:02 PM

The hard, stone floor felt cool against the Elf’s knees as she knelt on the temple’s floor. Her smooth face was upturned toward the face of the goddess, and her cool, blue eyes tightened as though she were in deep reflection. Arlomë could not shake the uneasiness that came over her the night before when she met the Emissary and overheard the conversation about the Elves of his land. Now her son’s sudden appearance at the temple only added to the troubles in her mind. What would her son want with the Rae’s priest? Evrathol had never shown an interest in the gods, although not for lack of education of them. Arlomë had been sure to teach him, as a child, the ways in which Rhais brought them life and cared for them, but as he grew he become separated from the temple and chose a path that more closely resembled the faith choices of his father. She wondered if Evrathol’s meeting with Tarkan involved the Emissary’s arrival, but she could not fathom what the two of them would have in common to discuss.

The soft thud of one of the doors that led into the main worship room brought Arlomë from her thoughts, and she listened momentarily to the swish of the silk robes worn by the one who had entered. With the silence only one of Elven kindred could use, the general’s wife rose and turned, watching the figure walking quickly around the rear of the temple toward the outer doors.

“Greetings to you once more, my son,” Arlomë’s voice was calm, but it reverberated throughout the temple’s walls.

Startled, Evrathol stopped just before reaching the heavy outer doors. “Well, Mother, I did not realize you were in here. I hope I did not interrupt your meeting with the High Priestess.”

“Not at all, dear. She had to leave for an appointment, but I wished to stay a few minutes to seek Rhais’ council.” As her last words left her mouth, she noted a spark of nervousness in his eyes, but he quickly masked it and smiled. “Did you find what you sought, Mother?” He asked. “Not yet,” Arlomë glanced over her shoulder at the statue, then brought her eyes back to her son. “But I know she will not let me down.”

At this, Arlomë turned and knelt once more to honor her goddess, and then she rose and crossed the temple. “I would like a word with you, Evrathol.” As she spoke, she slipped her arm through her son’s. “I do hope you will walk with me back to the estate.”

12-29-2004, 02:02 PM	#109
alaklondewen Song of Seregon Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Following the road less traveled Posts: 1,193	Arlomë The hard, stone floor felt cool against the Elf’s knees as she knelt on the temple’s floor. Her smooth face was upturned toward the face of the goddess, and her cool, blue eyes tightened as though she were in deep reflection. Arlomë could not shake the uneasiness that came over her the night before when she met the Emissary and overheard the conversation about the Elves of his land. Now her son’s sudden appearance at the temple only added to the troubles in her mind. What would her son want with the Rae’s priest? Evrathol had never shown an interest in the gods, although not for lack of education of them. Arlomë had been sure to teach him, as a child, the ways in which Rhais brought them life and cared for them, but as he grew he become separated from the temple and chose a path that more closely resembled the faith choices of his father. She wondered if Evrathol’s meeting with Tarkan involved the Emissary’s arrival, but she could not fathom what the two of them would have in common to discuss. The soft thud of one of the doors that led into the main worship room brought Arlomë from her thoughts, and she listened momentarily to the swish of the silk robes worn by the one who had entered. With the silence only one of Elven kindred could use, the general’s wife rose and turned, watching the figure walking quickly around the rear of the temple toward the outer doors. “Greetings to you once more, my son,” Arlomë’s voice was calm, but it reverberated throughout the temple’s walls. Startled, Evrathol stopped just before reaching the heavy outer doors. “Well, Mother, I did not realize you were in here. I hope I did not interrupt your meeting with the High Priestess.” “Not at all, dear. She had to leave for an appointment, but I wished to stay a few minutes to seek Rhais’ council.” As her last words left her mouth, she noted a spark of nervousness in his eyes, but he quickly masked it and smiled. “Did you find what you sought, Mother?” He asked. “Not yet,” Arlomë glanced over her shoulder at the statue, then brought her eyes back to her son. “But I know she will not let me down.” At this, Arlomë turned and knelt once more to honor her goddess, and then she rose and crossed the temple. “I would like a word with you, Evrathol.” As she spoke, she slipped her arm through her son’s. “I do hope you will walk with me back to the estate.”