Omens and Understandings ~ by SaralynArati

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"In my dream, everything was right: the place, the time, the bride... Velen, even if I were only a landscape gardener and Meretris were my true father, I wouldn't be ready to get married. Yet neither do I wish to quarrel with you." The young Cleric can't resist touching the fingertip still playing with his hair. "I understand. Even if you were, Nocturnia forbid, such a simple woman, I wouldn't feel ready to wed you, either. I have more growing into myself to do first. But let's not fight."

8 years ago

SaralynArati

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"I was in the Temple gardens, so that might explain the calm and stillness, but the funny thing was that I was wearing the wrong color..." A ghost of a smile hovers over Velen's lips. "Oh?" "Yes, head to toe I was dressed in black. And it made me happy. Isn't that odd?" Maintaining a straight face, the Cleric nods. "Very strange. Do you remember any other details of this dream?" "Sadly, no," Cat states cheerfully. "Then it could take place any time... soon or far, far in the future..."

8 years ago

SaralynArati

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Catleya steps closer to him once more, and raises her fingers to smooth a strand of his hair. "Oh Velen, I would never ask you to." Suddenly she smiles whimsically. "Do you want to hear something funny?" The Cleric only nods. "My magic isn't particularly strong in any one area, you know. It's rather all over the map. So it's possible that I have an oracular tendency or two. Unlikely, yet possible. Anyway, the other day I had a dream. A nice, slow, peaceful dream. I was happy, calm."

8 years ago

SaralynArati

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"I'll be expected to prove myself somehow. I'd hoped that successfully visiting the Bird Man would be enough of a daring gesture, but clearly I was wrong," Catleya sighs. "As I haven't received a job in Ville Eternelle, presumably a routine assassination won't be sufficiently impressive either." Velen looks pained. "Deva could possibly be of assistance, there. But I... I can't aid you in killing. I don't hold it against you, by the Goddess, I don't... yet I simply can't participate in it."

8 years ago

SaralynArati

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"You kept this from us, Prem Deva and me," the redheaded man accuses, hurt by her lack of trust. "I thought we were beyond sparing each other news that might be worrisome." "Might? Might cause worry? Besides, what could you do but fret?" Catleya argues, somewhat defensively. "We might have done a great many wise or foolish things. However, we'll never know, now. Proceeding from here, how can we help keep you alive?" demands the young Cleric. "I don't know, Velen. I wish you could..."

8 years ago