Almalexia. (arithmeticks) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-01 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, almalexia lliryn, aspel cassul |
thread: lex and aspel.
Who: Almalexia and Aspel.
What: Dumb candles.
Where: The city cathedral.
When: Today.
Rating: PG.
Status: Incomplete.
It would be a lie to say her days weren't designed by a mad schedule, but Lex was utterly capable of keeping up with it. She was determined of it, at least, and rushed through the courtyard with breathless purpose, one hand gripping tightly the sling of her canvas bag, trying as always to pay the others no mind. Holy knights bustled around her, all shining, clanking armor and insufferable attitude, that was her opinion, and walking slowly enough to be caught in conversation with them was not something she found particularly thrilling. Fortunate then, that she made her way to the cathedral without any incident. Perhaps her day would go smoothly, she wondered with some small hope, slowing to a normal pace as she made her way down the aisle of pews. It was between the hours of the daily sermons, and the faint sound of the choir could be heard echoing the room as they readied themselves for the latter hymns. Nearly everyone she recognized here, for if not for the fact of her daily presence, it was the fault of her good memory for names and faces and other detail. Nearing one of the smaller alters lining the outer walls, each in praise to various saints, Lex nodded her head to the parishioners and held out her palm. Offerings of gil were traded for small, hand-made votives, tiny candles that were lit in tandem with silent prayers. She would be busy with this task for a short time that particular afternoon, before being graciously relieved for study. More anxious was she for the reprieve of her books than tending to the parishioners, for she was hardly a nun or priestess, or anyone nearly suitable for placating the souls of the needy and ailing, but there was little room for arguments in matters as these. So her time was spent, greeting the citizens of Emillion and exchanging polite blessings, offering candles and carefully counting the minutes to her freedom. |