Bring the dawn
Characters: Porom, Angst (Solo)
Progress: Complete
Summary: Porom takes her morning rituals very seriously, even when there's nobody around to care.
Location: Mysidia
Date: December 15th
Warnings: I am sort of having to use a lot of headcanon for Mysidian traditions.
It was early. The sky outside the great windows of the prayer hall would be dark for a few hours yet and even the most diligent of the students from Lindblum were still fast asleep, exhausted from their first few days of being expected to study as hard as Porom did.
Bundled up in traditional heavy white mage robes to protect herself from the bitter cold - Mydidia wasn't built to withstand winter, with so many mages who could easily produce fuelless fire that wouldn't spread and wouldn't burn there was little need for it to be - Porom moved like a ghost through the hall. She reached the alter at the front, where in another world the elder would have stood to lead morning prayer, and began lighting the candles. Four large white ones, one for each of the crystals, and four dark ones for the crystals of the underworld. A single larger black one, to be lit every day that the Lunar Whale was above the ocean's surface. Several smaller ones, with no purpose other than to allow the absent elder to read the prayer books without straining his failing eyes. More small red ones than she'd really have liked, one for every ten people who'd lost their lives in the recent attacks.
In silence, Porom took her place by the absent elder's side, standing to the left of the alter. The fifteenth. Morning prayers would be the second oath of Minwu. She knew without checking the books. She opened the book at the correct page for the absent elder and returned to her place. The prayer was the first sound she made and she recited every line perfectly, being careful not to speak too quickly or slowly, to say the prayer at exactly the same pace that the elder would have if he were leading it. She paused briefly at every word she knew that he would have struggled to read in his old age and taken a little longer to say.
She wasn't sure if she was happy in the time when she was lost in prayer, but she knew she was comfortable. Things were the way they should be. The way that they had always been. For the precious half hour that morning prayers took, all was correct.
And she was always reluctant to open her eyes when she reached that last line. But she always did, because there was more work to be done, and looked out at the empty, silent prayer hall.
Her brother's absence was comforting, at least. Palom never attended morning prayers. Even if trying to find him and drag him from his room to the hall would be a fruitless endeavour, at least one thing was the same as it always was.
Progress: Complete
Summary: Porom takes her morning rituals very seriously, even when there's nobody around to care.
Location: Mysidia
Date: December 15th
Warnings: I am sort of having to use a lot of headcanon for Mysidian traditions.
It was early. The sky outside the great windows of the prayer hall would be dark for a few hours yet and even the most diligent of the students from Lindblum were still fast asleep, exhausted from their first few days of being expected to study as hard as Porom did.
Bundled up in traditional heavy white mage robes to protect herself from the bitter cold - Mydidia wasn't built to withstand winter, with so many mages who could easily produce fuelless fire that wouldn't spread and wouldn't burn there was little need for it to be - Porom moved like a ghost through the hall. She reached the alter at the front, where in another world the elder would have stood to lead morning prayer, and began lighting the candles. Four large white ones, one for each of the crystals, and four dark ones for the crystals of the underworld. A single larger black one, to be lit every day that the Lunar Whale was above the ocean's surface. Several smaller ones, with no purpose other than to allow the absent elder to read the prayer books without straining his failing eyes. More small red ones than she'd really have liked, one for every ten people who'd lost their lives in the recent attacks.
In silence, Porom took her place by the absent elder's side, standing to the left of the alter. The fifteenth. Morning prayers would be the second oath of Minwu. She knew without checking the books. She opened the book at the correct page for the absent elder and returned to her place. The prayer was the first sound she made and she recited every line perfectly, being careful not to speak too quickly or slowly, to say the prayer at exactly the same pace that the elder would have if he were leading it. She paused briefly at every word she knew that he would have struggled to read in his old age and taken a little longer to say.
She wasn't sure if she was happy in the time when she was lost in prayer, but she knew she was comfortable. Things were the way they should be. The way that they had always been. For the precious half hour that morning prayers took, all was correct.
And she was always reluctant to open her eyes when she reached that last line. But she always did, because there was more work to be done, and looked out at the empty, silent prayer hall.
Her brother's absence was comforting, at least. Palom never attended morning prayers. Even if trying to find him and drag him from his room to the hall would be a fruitless endeavour, at least one thing was the same as it always was.