wiki.tazlure.nl wrote:Amidst the flash and grandeur of some of the more showy temples sits the Mother's Temple of the Citadel. A wide low building plainly shaped and missing much of the decoration apparent in the other places of worship, the Temple is constructed of the heavy gray stone that seems to be found everywhere on the isle. The workmanship is of such quality that there are no visible seams: the Temple appears one great, vaguely mound-shaped stone of various blended shades of gray.
The entrance is a wide open archway leading into an antechamber. The doors to the great chapel within are a wonder to behold: seemingly an infinite variety of woods and metals have been blended into an abstract, but comforting pattern decorating the two large doors.
Within is a large open chapel with a low ceiling. Rows of wooden benches provide seating for the large number of commoners, mostly women, that come here seeking the blessing and comfort of the Mother. A warm glow from several large oil lanterns provides both light and dancing shadows along the walls. Simple but well-crafted friezes depicting the various events associated with the Mother - planting, tending and harvest of the fields, fertility and childbirth, and gardening - to name a few.
Doorways lead off to the sides - perhaps into the separate chapel rumoured to exist for the use of the Citadel's wealthier women; perhaps into the gardens and elemental shrines that are spoken of in whispers by those few devout worshippers who have been invited within. The Temple is pleasantly warm within in contrast to the chill weather that seems to have gripped the city outside. All in all, it is a sober, comforting atmosphere.
There was a reason Ashari had left this to be the last thing she'd do before heading to Thalas Manse to do some private training with Aerin, but what that reason was, Ash kept close to her chest. The other thing that was close to her chest was a sparkling diamond necklace. She wore a long, typically Imperial dress in coppery green tone with metallic flecks through the soft fabric. Her hair had been in an elegant updo, but now her hair cascaded down her shoulders and flowed over her back.
She found her way over to a young acolyte, she had no need for a priestess. "Can you take me to your healing ward?" Ashari asked with an even expression that didn't give away any emotions - be they good or bad. The mage has some things in mind. "To the area with the injured, please, not the sick." There was a temptation to mindcraft this simple creature, but she held it in check knowing she wanted to save her power for the task at hand.