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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 18:52:51 GMT -5
The sanctuary in the Temple of Reave is the smallest of all the gods. It is immaculately clean, made of pale stone and illuminated by a row of small, high windows.
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Post by Star on Feb 20, 2015 0:46:49 GMT -5
Puria paused in the doorway, surveying her sanctuary. Laos flew to her shoulder, his talons digging through the robe to prick her skin, but the sensation was familiar and reassuring instead of painful. Once he was settled she made her way up to the front of the room and sank down until she was sitting with crossed legs. the careful, graceful movements needed to keep Laos steady.
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Post by Luck Jaegar on Mar 18, 2015 21:56:48 GMT -5
Meeud entered the sanctuary, looking around with mismatched eyes at the small room. Sunlight filtered into the pale room through the windows, bathing the place in a soft glow. He had seen other temples before, and he liked the simplistic tranquility of this place the best. It just felt more calming here. And quiet. He soon spotted Puria sitting at the front. He approached quietly and also sat down to mimic her position, not thinking or saying anything.
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Post by Dawny on Mar 18, 2015 22:01:58 GMT -5
Castor followed Meeud into the sanctuary at a slower pace. He paused in the doorway and watched Meeud move towards Puria. After the younger priest ha sat, Castor stepped forward. He stayed back, standing to the side. He would provide assistance only if it was needed. He thought that it would be for the best if Meeud talked to Puria himself to explain his dream.
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