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Life had to move on after the months since Homecoming, and for Kaira, she was glad she was once more just a dweller in the Old Town. It was time for morning prayers, to listen to the High Priest speak of the old tales of the Ancients as noted in the Blessed Pages. Ever since Kaira had used her rank as Guardian of the Faith to replace him at the Concluding Prayers for the late Guardian of Fire, the Priest had spared a frown her way. She did her best to blend with the crowd, dressed in her usual skirts and scarf wrapped around her head, but even then many could spot her, as if the Stone around her neck was a beacon to her.
The House of Blessings of Old Town was the oldest and largest building built for those faithful to the Ancients, easily accommodating close to four hundred seated, looking to the dais, close to six hundred being standing room only. The procession up the stairs and through the doors was always a slow stream of movement, and so Kaira hung back so she could enter without being spotted by the High Priest. It was silly of her to want to avoid him, but she felt so strange being there on the dais, looking out to the most people that could squish themselves into a room. It had been sweltering that day, and Kaira had all of Valenntenia watch her perform the Concluding Prayers and say goodbye to a mentor and olf friend of her father's.
"Yehven?"
Pulled out from her own thoughts, she turned her head towards the voice and froze for a moment before recognition clicked.
"Lale Carvyre?" she smiled politely, warmly. Growing up, she had always found herself at parties or play dates with Lale's late sister when they were only girls. The death of Liya Carvyre was Kaira's first experience of death, and then soon after the tragedy of her parents. Sometimes Kaira had felt that Lale was much like an older sister to her for the way she looked out for her. It was Lale who advised Kaira to go to her family home, to stay out of the streets last autumn before the riots started.
Carvyre knew then what chaos would walk those streets, when it was her father who had started them.
Lale smiled in return, taking a step closer. She was dressed like any noble in Valenntenia would, although in her own fashion. She preferred trousers than dresses or skirts, but each piece of clothing was cut and styled in a way only money could justify.
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The House of Blessings of Old Town was the oldest and largest building built for those faithful to the Ancients, easily accommodating close to four hundred seated, looking to the dais, close to six hundred being standing room only. The procession up the stairs and through the doors was always a slow stream of movement, and so Kaira hung back so she could enter without being spotted by the High Priest. It was silly of her to want to avoid him, but she felt so strange being there on the dais, looking out to the most people that could squish themselves into a room. It had been sweltering that day, and Kaira had all of Valenntenia watch her perform the Concluding Prayers and say goodbye to a mentor and olf friend of her father's.
"Yehven?"
Pulled out from her own thoughts, she turned her head towards the voice and froze for a moment before recognition clicked.
"Lale Carvyre?" she smiled politely, warmly. Growing up, she had always found herself at parties or play dates with Lale's late sister when they were only girls. The death of Liya Carvyre was Kaira's first experience of death, and then soon after the tragedy of her parents. Sometimes Kaira had felt that Lale was much like an older sister to her for the way she looked out for her. It was Lale who advised Kaira to go to her family home, to stay out of the streets last autumn before the riots started.
Carvyre knew then what chaos would walk those streets, when it was her father who had started them.
Lale smiled in return, taking a step closer. She was dressed like any noble in Valenntenia would, although in her own fashion. She preferred trousers than dresses or skirts, but each piece of clothing was cut and styled in a way only money could justify.
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