The roof: Dawn, Wednesday morning
It had been a long time since Karal had undertaken formal morning prayers. While the church had many elaborate rituals, Vkandis Sunlord didn't demand them and here, away from the Temple, they became part of whatever else he happened to be doing.
This morning, however, he felt the need.
Pre-dawn saw him standing near the edge of the roof, dressed in formal robes, patiently waiting. When the sun appeared over the horizon, he closed his eyes, reciting the words of the Dawn Rites in low, even tones, head tilted back to follow the rising sun - and he could feel it, even through the clouds - as it moved across the sky.
Gradually, his voice trailed into silence and he simply stood, breathing slow and even, until he opened his eyes and smiled.
Completely at peace, he let his hands fall to his sides and gazed out over the ocean.
[ooc: it is an open roof and an open post.]
This morning, however, he felt the need.
Pre-dawn saw him standing near the edge of the roof, dressed in formal robes, patiently waiting. When the sun appeared over the horizon, he closed his eyes, reciting the words of the Dawn Rites in low, even tones, head tilted back to follow the rising sun - and he could feel it, even through the clouds - as it moved across the sky.
Gradually, his voice trailed into silence and he simply stood, breathing slow and even, until he opened his eyes and smiled.
Completely at peace, he let his hands fall to his sides and gazed out over the ocean.
[ooc: it is an open roof and an open post.]