Priestess
The temple had been her home since Lillandra could remember. She had been given to the goddess as a child and had served faithfully, first as a novice, then as an acolyte, and now as priestess. Her filmy robes of silk and cloth-of-gold billowed about her as she glided up the center aisle of the bright and airy temple, waving a censer of incense as she walked. The slit up the side of her robe went almost to her hip, revealing the silken length of her pale thigh with each step. Her golden hair hung halfway to her knees, braided back from her high forehead and left to hang loose at the back. She joined with the other priestesses in their chanting, their voices melding into a choir of bells as they sang the praises of She-For-Whom-The-Skies-Burn-Bright, the goddess of light and warmth, home and health and safety. Lillandra could almost feel her heart burst as she worshipped the goddess whom she loved.
After the service, she took her turn at the altar, accepting the gifts of the faithful and imparting the goddess' blessings, promising prayers for the supplicants and rejoicing in prayers answered. Night fell, and fewer and fewer came, until at last, there was only one. "And what can She do for you, my child?" Lillandra asked, smiling beatifically at the faithful one.
((A priest? A fellow priestess? A royal? A poor man? The goddess in disguise? One for whom the goddess will manifest? Choose one of these or your own to continue!))
CharmQuark · Sun Nov 25, 2012 @ 06:39pm · 0 Comments |