Post by Sarea Riel Dirao on Nov 1, 2013 21:39:56 GMT -6
The weather was dreadfully stormy in Wildgard, and had been for the past few days. First, small flakes of snow had fallen from the sky and made everything bitter cold. The next day had seen a clear sky but howling winds nonetheless, and now at last a thunderstorm had rolled in to join in on the climatic fun.
As for the young elf bard Sarea, she just wanted to get out of the storm and to shelter. She was already too far from the tavern, and way too distant from Fort MacNiel, where her friends would have kindly offered her a bed for the night, so she only had one other option: the Basilica where she'd dedicated herself to helping Thistle-Monk.
Sarea entered through the front door, as was expected of her, and stamped her light shoes on the mat waiting at the landing as all the mud and dirt flew off onto the material. She then brought her hands to her hat and lifted it off her head, only to realise the rim was filled with water. Taken aback, she opened the door again and threw the rainwater out of her headwear before the wind slammed it closed again.
The Basilica on the inside was beautiful, and its hearth was warm and restful. The wooden structure repelled the wind around it with little to no noise, especially the large tree in the center. Sarea looked at it, puzzled, as she'd never been inside the front of the Basilica and had never noticed the tree even existed, let alone was so massive. Curiosity piqued her and she strode over to the tree, her wand at the ready, before playing her free hand on its white bark.
"Hello?" She whispered to the tree; as a Wood Elf, even a nomadic one who never truly learnt her people's ways like she could have, she knew how to commune to an extent with nature, and trees were very open about everything. To simply remain there and allow people to do as they pleased with them was a sign of trust: trust in the outside world and all its inhabitants. Albeit most of those people that the trees were so kind to open up to mistreated and tortured them, it was refreshing to see one such as this one had been built around and was a center of hope and peace, not to mention beautiful décor and a source of Feng Shui.
Still, the tree did not respond to her greeting, and so the elf tried yet again.
As for the young elf bard Sarea, she just wanted to get out of the storm and to shelter. She was already too far from the tavern, and way too distant from Fort MacNiel, where her friends would have kindly offered her a bed for the night, so she only had one other option: the Basilica where she'd dedicated herself to helping Thistle-Monk.
Sarea entered through the front door, as was expected of her, and stamped her light shoes on the mat waiting at the landing as all the mud and dirt flew off onto the material. She then brought her hands to her hat and lifted it off her head, only to realise the rim was filled with water. Taken aback, she opened the door again and threw the rainwater out of her headwear before the wind slammed it closed again.
The Basilica on the inside was beautiful, and its hearth was warm and restful. The wooden structure repelled the wind around it with little to no noise, especially the large tree in the center. Sarea looked at it, puzzled, as she'd never been inside the front of the Basilica and had never noticed the tree even existed, let alone was so massive. Curiosity piqued her and she strode over to the tree, her wand at the ready, before playing her free hand on its white bark.
"Hello?" She whispered to the tree; as a Wood Elf, even a nomadic one who never truly learnt her people's ways like she could have, she knew how to commune to an extent with nature, and trees were very open about everything. To simply remain there and allow people to do as they pleased with them was a sign of trust: trust in the outside world and all its inhabitants. Albeit most of those people that the trees were so kind to open up to mistreated and tortured them, it was refreshing to see one such as this one had been built around and was a center of hope and peace, not to mention beautiful décor and a source of Feng Shui.
Still, the tree did not respond to her greeting, and so the elf tried yet again.
