Tholden
Ramblings in a Poitainian Spring
I like Tinabula. Power there, and strength behind the smile and occasional giggliness. Perceptive also.
Why pray here rather than the Temple at Fort Conviction?
I looked about the Chapel in Caenna, its old familiarity, the scent of incense still flavoured with Baione flowers as it was when my mother prepared it, for I follow the same recipe.... Safety here, calmness. A place that has always been. For much as I strive to build Invicta's new home strong, there is a nagging fear that perhaps it will go the way of Fort Invicta
Bound together
Inside the temple stood a man and woman, both staring at each other as though the world had melted around them. Their hands were placed palm to palm, laurels on their heads. Allomi's curls almost covered the bright green leaves, which caused Tholden to laugh as he brushed them down again and again between the priest's chanting. The prayer seemed to last forever, the steady hum of the priest's voice washing over them. As they did, Allomi's eyes fixated on Tholden's face. With the candles lit, the incense lit to send a sweet fragrance through the air, it felt more like a dream. I love you... He didn't have to say the words for her to hear them whispering in his mind. They were visibly shining deep in his eyes.
