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In Prayer... (private - Kaelon)
16th Brightening of the Third Cycle of the Month of Imperos in the season of Autumn; Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum.
The stone floors, cold to the touch, seemed to chill even the rugs that sat upon them. Llanwyn, barefoot as he preferred to be, walked from his bed to a small altar erected in his room at the basilica. He stopped before reaching it, bowed and then brought himself to his knees, shuffling to the altar in reverence. He stared up at the symbolism carved into the beautiful relief behind the table-like altar, and said a silent prayer for him to be heard.
The altar itself was made of a mid-tone marble and had been originally carved by a mason under the employ of his predecessor before Aerienne. It had stood in one room or another since then until it was brought to this one. It's top was bare save a purple-velvet runner that extended over each side with tassels. The legs of the altar were broad, rounded pillars on which were carved many words in ancient aelyrian. Just behind the table top, attached to the altar, a tall stone relief depicting symbols of the Sacred Three.
Llanwyn touched his forehead to the ground, feeling a cold bear-skin rug on his skin. It felt cool and pleasant to his senses, as if it was cooling his mind and bringing him closer to a state of peace. He looked up at the altar, noticing the markings on the pillars to be writings from the prae'ry written in ancient aelyrian. He was by no means a scholar of the language, but he could pick out a word or two here and there. This he felt he would have to remedy.
Bending back down, his forehead touching the rug once more, Llanwyn prayed aloud...
"Holy Three, Sacred Three, Mighty Three, you deserve our praise. You deserve all that we reap, all that we preach and all that we breath. You are most holy. Please hear my plea and give me a sign.
Ioannes, Diana, Aslan, give me a sign for I fear the faithful of your empire are in future danger. They have no emperor, no leader on secular affairs. These are trying times and I only wish to understand who it is you see fit to rule this Empire. I know the duty falls on me to come to you, and so here I am, with an open heart and soul."
He shifted his weight a bit and looked up at the relief once more, then back down at the floor, his forehead touching the stone...
"I pray to hear your voice in all of this, and to know your will so that I may do my part in all of your plans. Please hear me holy three, please hear your servant."
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