Deryn Howell (eyestothehills) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2018-05-10 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: january 30 - february 5, calvin llewellyn, deryn howell |
Rise & echo forward
Who: Deryn and Cal
What: touching base after Admission.
When: Wednesday evening, February 2
Where: the Temple
Deryn had not been idle, in the few hours since the train had finally delivered her to Glynn. She had secured a room at the local inn, pending finding actual, more long-term lodgings, and then washed the travel from herself, and set out to find the Temple, only to come across a Dea who happily let her in as they chatted. They were old, and trusting, and had very little idea why Robor Blackwood might have left so suddenly, but wasn't it a godssend that the Council would send a replacement so swiftly. The town could certainly do with a bit of stability, they had added, more shrewdly than Deryn had expected from them.
She had smiled, inclined her head, and assured the Dea that she had every confidence that she would acclimate to Glynn (I might be straight from Castyll, but I grew up in a village much smaller than this, with a friendly hand on the old Dea's arm to reinforce the words, and the trust), and every intention of staying around, unlike those who came before her.
Eventually, she had been left alone, and Deryn had turned to the Gods, sending her prayers to each one of Them in turn, asking Them again to bless her endeavors here, and look on her kindly, always. The Temple was a beautiful one, and well cared for. This, at least, was a good sign. A space for Pinyon could easily be made. That, too, was good. She often had better feelings for places than for people, and this was a good place. She could be a good Robor, here.
She walked out of the Temple, locking it up with the key the Dea had kindly left with her. She would rather meet Danu Llewellyn with a full stomach, and a better idea of what might be going on in Glynn. So she walked to the pub called Ceddon's Bounty she had spotted earlier, and settled at the bar for dinner and a glass of ale. She introduced herself, and chatted amiably with the staff, and a few of the patrons. She talked about her time in Castyll, and about how yes, she knew Danu Llewellyn from seminary, but they hadn't seen each other since, and she was looking forward to working with him. She listened, even when she didn't look like it, and she kept learning about Glynn, and its inhabitants. She listened when they talked about the Danu, about the Clovennian lords, about Faidoux, the entertainment tax, and the recent sacrilegious tags on the town altars. There was a lot of unrest, here, but no more than in Castyll.
By the time nine came around, and she found herself outside of the Temple again, Deryn felt better prepared for the encounter. Centered, balanced. She touched her fingers to the five dots tattooed over her heart, through the fabric of her brown tunic, then slipped inside the Temple, raising her hands to her face for a moment, as a renewed greeting to the Gods, before looking around for the man who was to be her Danu, now.