Frail, smiling solace of an hour Who: Open all (who are healthy enough to attend) What: Prayer vigil for the ill When: Wednesday, May 4th (Canwyn 46), evening and then as late as you want Where: The Temple (& possibly Town Circle if you want Notes: Multithread! Make sure to mark your threads if they get NSFW, and you can totally assume that there are a few rooms off the main sanctuary that people can talk, if your characters don't feel comfortable talking in the actual hall where the prayers are happening!
Clouds hung low and dark in the sky all evening when the Temple threw wide its doors for the vigil, as if the sky itself understood the weight slung heavy in the hearts of those below it. At first, it seemed as if no one would come to the vigil that Robor Howell had announced the day prior, but little by little, a stream of Aurellians trickled in, bearing with them food and drink and candles. Everyone looked visibly exhausted, whether from recently having recovered from a bout of poisoning, or from caring for those that had been stricken. The mood was generally quiet and reserved, the scraping of benches and the low murmuration of prayers were the Temple's primary sounds for the first hour.
Yet, a strange, thick tension undergirded even the most beneficent of the bunch, and when a Clove entered, despite having lived in Glynn for years, all eyes turned subtly suspicious, and parents called their children a little closer. Soon, the Temple was half-full, candles flickering gently as the breeze wafted through. Periodically, the names of the sick (though, as if by silent consensus, only the Aurellian sick) resounded through the space over and over, rising through the half-dark to the ears of the gods.