[PRP] Across cultural lines (Nergui/Na'ima)

[Eight]

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.

Beejoux

 

[Eight]

The chimes were heard long before Nergui actually came close enough to speak to Na'ima. The Famine horsewoman had already turned her head enough to peek through the sheer material of one of her veils toward whoever was arriving, one of her hands moving to pull the veil across her face despite there already being veils covering her. What a tiny little thing. Though her eyes were what fascinated her most until the tiny Death mare spoke up beside her. She smiled, the action reaching her eyes. "Thank you, and only if you wish it. I simply come here out of curiosity."

Golden eyes turned up toward the temple before them, her head tilting to one side as she admired it. It certainly was impressive. "Death has not been a clan I have ever known much about, but recently I have found it to be quite interesting." She looked down to the tiny mare again. "Are you a priestess?"

Beejoux

 

[Eight]

Her brow raised high, eyes widening slightly. "An Elder. I am honored, priestess." Such a tiny elder. However, at her offer Na'ima hesitated. She shouldn't be taking up an elder priestess' time on something frivolous, she was a grown mare she could take care of herself in unfamiliar territory. Briefly golden eyes glanced toward the temple quarters before settling on the tiny elder again.

She smiled again behind her veil. "You do not seem prone to being taciturn and unhelpful," Na'ima began with some amusement, "if you are willing, I would love for you to show me around, priestess."

Beejoux

 

[Eight]

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."

Beejoux

 

[Eight]

"Perhaps," was all Na'ima offered almost playfully. Instead of elaborating she looked around at the temple they had walked into.

A small smile was hidden behind her veil. "It is beautiful, priestess. Is this a recent build or was this already here?" She looked up, studying every detail she took in. "So priestesses, you do..trances and things, yes? My memory is a bit cloudy sometimes. I don't truly know much about what you do, other than..you take guardians, and you deal with trances."

Beejoux

 

[Eight]

"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?"

Beejoux

 

[Eight]

Na'ima hummed. "I never thought to question it, I was just glad to have a new, stable home, to be honest." Things were better here, definitely. She was tired of the darkness of Halloween, and of Halloween itself with its noisy scarelings and 'rules' for Horsemen. As if they were doing them a service.

She looked to Nergui once more as the mare offered up a trance, brow raising as she considered it. There was no harm in it, truly. Admittedly she had once been curious how one worked in her younger days..

Her smile returned. "Very well, why not."

Beejoux