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from Faith a temple was built within the walls of the Scathachian Sanctuary. Built within a halo of trees that played in the small breezes, the trickle and run of the large brook calmed any soul that walked it's flowered and stone path.

Jenai stood back and looked at the last bit of the temple that was being completed. And now that the holy words where being etched around the pillars tops, she could look back and remember it's birth.

The laying of the Holy and Blessed cornerstone, the first piece she had laid herself to protect it against the evils that tried to lay a stench on the land. Atthat rear wall then was the alter and Wall of Faith, it's Goddess likeness and praise would be painted only there. The way Jenai saw it, it would remind the Sisters why they were here....

One Side was Painted, for we need only to see one side. the Scathachian Side.

For here in Rhydin there seemed to be many other sides and they would need all the focus and reminding they could get.

It wasn't long after that Jenai remembered, the hurried building of the healing wing. This stood behind and connected to the North Wall, the Goddess's Wall, for she was the guardian of all that came to Jenai and the Temple to heal and rest. It was a place of soft linens, cool water basins, andpure white nettings over each bedto keep the breeze fresh and the insects out.

She'd come to Rhydin for so many different reasons. The main one now seemed so small and silly to what she really needed to do here. Defend along side her sisters and to heal the meekest.

As she looked up to the sky that was so blue that it stung your eyes, she felt the sweat start to roll down the back of her neck and cause her heavy red mane to nap and curl. Today would not be the last day she worked on the temple, but it was the last she would be outside!

For tomorrow, she started on the mural, and that meant time in the cool shade, alone with her heart and the songs she would sing inside the white stone and marble shrine.

The temples healing garden had seen some rough times as of late. It's pulled and plucked flowers, roots and leaves seemed to have been turned over and out in frantic searches to those who needed them.

Jenai leaned elbow first in waist high potter, her chin in hand, lost in thoughts. What was not lost was the smudge of dirt across the bridge of her nose and danced across her right cheek. Sometimes even the flowers made her nose twitch and an itch was warranted!

Someone laid healing alone in the soft afternoon breeze, the temples solitude theirs to heal them. The songs of the gated Eden where the Scathachian's home were stitches sound by the small twitter happy birds.

A sigh to the winged song masters and a wishful thought brought Jenai out of her mental nap. It reminded her, it was time to feed the gardens guest.

Something had stirred the air about Jenai like smoke the color of violet and black. Eyes once closed in quiet prayer flew open wider then ever. Suprise took her, but more curious then anything else. Something was coming. Or, had come. The smoke washed away, a few black sparkes popped silently in the air.

She sprang to her feet with flame like grace as she gathered her white temple skirt in her hand to make it easier for running. And she did. The smoke washed away, a few black sparkes popped silently in the air in her wake.

Scathach had spoke to her. Bless you Scathach, bless you and yours as she ran ran full speed away from the alter and out the door, steps by the few flew by under her barefeet, walking stones and pathways, patio tile and marble entrances. All those were meer blurrs now as she skidded to a stop seeing Issy.

Seeing the bo staff, and if time was counted on hairs....Jen had seen the last one attached to the end of it. She had been granted just that hair of time to avoid it.

She dropped her hip letting her feet go forward as she literally slid home. She curled her legs under as not to bowl Issy over. Not when she had a big stick to waylay her with.

"Isuelt! Isuelt!" she panted out as she looked from Rae to Issy.

Staying where she was, temple robe all about, she painted the dream Scathach sent her in temple. She told them the story not missing a single detail she was shown.

She waited, her breath caught, she looked between them to see what they knew.