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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 2:21 pm
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Her visits to Death were becoming more frequent, and by frequent that meant she was making a second trip up toward the top of the tower. Na'ima only had one reason to be up here, truly, but today she was going to explore. Explore everywhere but the training grounds. No.
The forge was interesting, she would certainly need to return to see if perhaps she could have a few things made, but that would be a task for another time. The library needed more stock to it. A disappointment. But they had all the time in the world to refill its shelves, they would be all right. Briefly she stopped before the housing quarter, looking to the entrance and then higher up its walls. Maybe..? No, another time.
Finally she stood before the temple of silence, golden amber eyes looking forward toward its entrance. She likely looked a sight, a brightly dressed horsewoman of Famine standing at the entrance of a Death clan temple. She was covered from head to toe in her usual garb of scarves and veils, her only exposed flesh being that of her eyes and fingers. During her walk through the death clan's portion of the tower her presence had always been announced by the musical jingling of jewelry clinking together. No doubt she stood out, even by Famine standards with their dull, earthy colors, but she didn't care. This was a culture she had never truly taken the time to look into, and now she was curious about it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 6:52 pm
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The delicate chiming of Na'ima's bells were not the only ones in the air that morning around the temple. A certain Death priestess approaching from the residential wing of her slice of the tower was dressed in her usual flounced and flowing layers, very nearly dripping in the bangles and jewelry her guardian and cousin spoiled her with. Gold and silver alike, with opals and moonstones catching the soft light of the tower.
There was a small stack of books in her arms, three tall. Old, ancient looking tomes with frayed bindings and worn titles. Pieces of the history, as they were very obviously among the woefully small number of books that had been saved from the isles when they fell. She was in the process of making additional copies, though it was a long, arduous process, one that she had been working ate for some time now, and would no doubt be working on for years to come. But it was important work.
She was intending to head up to one of the more secluded chambers in the temple. Available should anyone need her, but tucked away somewhere quiet. It allowed her to multitask, attention shifting easily between priestess and scholar. Today, however, something rather bright and colorful caught her eye before she had reached the mammoth doors. It had her slowing, mismatched eyes settling on the misplaced mare before she moved up beside her. "Welcome to the temple. Is there anything I can help you with?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 12:02 am
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Na'ima bowed her head respectfully as Nergui introduced herself. It was always nice to have a name to go with a face. "Na'ima. It is a pleasure to meet you, Nergui. Thank you for offering to show me around."
The priestess' next question was..not unexpected, though part of her had hoped such a thing would not be asked, that possibly the priestess would think the Famine mare was simply what most Famine horsemen were known for being; curious about everything. What mare wouldn't want to get to know her new neighbors a little better now that they were more easily reachable than a long and tiresome island trip away? Now they were simply...stairs away..
So. Many. Stairs.
She was quiet at first, looking ahead without saying a word, though her eyes could possibly give away her thoughtful look. Would it be terrible to lie? Though, would it even be necessary? What if she was honest? What could she even say? It wasn't as if he had entirely agreed on a relationship. They were simply...testing the waters, seeing if there could even be anything there. So far things actually..seemed to be going very, very well.
Pursing her lips under the safe cover of her veil, Na'ima finally glanced down at Nergui once more. "A stallion, actually. During one of our conversations he began to speak openly about his clan a bit more than before," because before I never gave him the chance, "but he is not a man of many words. I believe he grows tired of my constant stream of questions and wishes I would be slightly less noisy," she confessed with a chuckle. It would certainly explain silencing her with kisses, even if they were always enjoyable. "And perhaps part of me believes if I learn more of his clan, perhaps I will understand him better. Until recently, my interactions with other clans were very limited."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 3:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 4:04 pm
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"Perhaps," Nergui echoed, offering a sharper look and a smile. "Not keen on sharing, then." She didn't press, least not just yet. There would be time enough to try to get the name from the mare later.
There was the temple to worry over, and Nergui did love showing it off, though she seldom got the chance. Visitors from outside their clan, even here, were rare. "I cannot say for certain. The building itself seems aged, but what cause would the ancients have of it?" Her shoulders rose in an elegant shrug.
"We choose guardians, and they choose us." Not always, but often. "And we do indeed deal with trance. Have you ever partaken?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 7:16 pm
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"Not when I do not yet know what kind of relationship he will allow us to have together, no," Na'ima explained almost off-handedly, mostly distracted with taking in the sights around her. "Long story."
As Nergui wondered of ancients using temples, Na'ima shrugged. It seemed rather simple to her. "Why not? Temples are wonderful places of not only worship but work. I can think of many reasons to have a temple, especially if one thinks of themselves as a god." She ran delicate, painted fingers along a column, walking around it while gazing up its length. Fascinating. "We do not make much use of temples in Famine. Though I am sure if we did they would be magnificent." Just like anything produced by the Famine clan. It was proven fact.
Na'ima glanced Nergui's way when corrected. There was the briefest pause, she was recalling her chat with Wrath. Well, he did say they all asked and he said no. But he had also implied there were cases of poor guardian/priestess relationships, hadn't he? "Ah, yes. My apologies, poor word choice. She smiled. "Something like that. I have had hallucinations, strange..visions, dreams, but never a Death priestess trance." Her brow arched. "Are you offering?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 5:39 pm
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It was an acceptable reason, though that certainly didn't mean Nergui wasn't curious, all the same. Still, she wondered if she knew the stallion in question. The mare pursed her lips, mismatched eyes lingering on other before she smiled softly and gave a very small shake of her head.
Really, she couldn't pretend she didn't understand. Sh'd found herself in a very similar situation before She and Soren had settled into their comfortable partnership. It had been a long, twisted road, but they were happy, and more connected than they had ever been before.
"It is not merely the temple itself that makes me wonder, for they certainly serve a grand purpose, but all of it." She spread her arms, small hands going out in a wide gesture as they walked. "The floors seemed so very tailored to our specific needs, do you not think?" It just seemed odd to her, not that she wasn't grateful.
"I am offering if you are interested in exploring," she answered with a smile.
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