In the darkness of her tiny room, Asha Ave Enai lit the candle on her bedside table; it flickered sullenly, only reluctantly coaxed to life. The hour was late, and the church was all but silent. Her window was shuttered against the chill, though her drab curtains stirred occasionally from a draft that caused the candle's flame to dance wildly.
She wore little more than her simple, woolen dress as she knelt upon the cold, stone floor. Her layers of outer-garments were hung near the door, her boots standing watch nearby. Even her bandages had been discarded, carelessly bunched upon her nightstand. Touching her fingertips together, the elf bowed her head, as she did every night. Though the action was as rote as a child's bedtime prayers, hers was steeped in more ceremony and likely practiced more devoutly.
"My Lord Barbades, give me courage and guide my path," she began. Her voice was but a fervent whisper. "Bless and watch over Your humble servant, for daily she seeks to live by Your will." Her thumbs gently rested against the embroidered square of cloth she wore about her neck. Gold threading winked in the candlelight. "Bless and watch over those who walk in Light, so that they may bring Light to others. Bless and watch over those who walk in Darkness, so that they may see their transgressions and come to Light. Bless and watch over those who stand Neutral, so that they may be granted compassion and come to Light." Pausing, she took a slow breath and continued. "Bless and watch over those who wage war, so that they may find peaceful solutions to their quarrels. Bless and watch over those who bring peace, so that they might ease the suffering of others. Bless and watch over all who suffer, so that they may be peaceful and that they may be well."
She hesitated... and added new words to her nightly prayers. "Bless and watch over Elessaria. Guide her travels through Darkness and grant her strength and peace. Bless and watch over Connar. Guide his travels through Darkness and grant him strength and wisdom and peace.
"Darkness comes. Please, Barbades, help us weather its storm. Amin dele ten' ho. Tira ten' rashwe, Connar...
"Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin."
The elven cleric still remained prone on the icy floor as she concluded her prayers. Softly, she chanted, "Vara tel' Seldarine, Elessaria. Vara tel' Seldarine, Connar." At each invocation, her hands seemed to glow faintly before fading, though it might have been a trick of the light. At last, she straightened and pushed herself tiredly to her feet.
Turning back her covers, she blew out the candle.
She wore little more than her simple, woolen dress as she knelt upon the cold, stone floor. Her layers of outer-garments were hung near the door, her boots standing watch nearby. Even her bandages had been discarded, carelessly bunched upon her nightstand. Touching her fingertips together, the elf bowed her head, as she did every night. Though the action was as rote as a child's bedtime prayers, hers was steeped in more ceremony and likely practiced more devoutly.
"My Lord Barbades, give me courage and guide my path," she began. Her voice was but a fervent whisper. "Bless and watch over Your humble servant, for daily she seeks to live by Your will." Her thumbs gently rested against the embroidered square of cloth she wore about her neck. Gold threading winked in the candlelight. "Bless and watch over those who walk in Light, so that they may bring Light to others. Bless and watch over those who walk in Darkness, so that they may see their transgressions and come to Light. Bless and watch over those who stand Neutral, so that they may be granted compassion and come to Light." Pausing, she took a slow breath and continued. "Bless and watch over those who wage war, so that they may find peaceful solutions to their quarrels. Bless and watch over those who bring peace, so that they might ease the suffering of others. Bless and watch over all who suffer, so that they may be peaceful and that they may be well."
She hesitated... and added new words to her nightly prayers. "Bless and watch over Elessaria. Guide her travels through Darkness and grant her strength and peace. Bless and watch over Connar. Guide his travels through Darkness and grant him strength and wisdom and peace.
"Darkness comes. Please, Barbades, help us weather its storm. Amin dele ten' ho. Tira ten' rashwe, Connar...
"Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin."
The elven cleric still remained prone on the icy floor as she concluded her prayers. Softly, she chanted, "Vara tel' Seldarine, Elessaria. Vara tel' Seldarine, Connar." At each invocation, her hands seemed to glow faintly before fading, though it might have been a trick of the light. At last, she straightened and pushed herself tiredly to her feet.
Turning back her covers, she blew out the candle.