RP:Hydration For The Soul
Hydration for the Soul
Place: Holy Temple of Zaytor
Obunaki makes his final prayer offering to his chosen God and stands. The priest of Zaytor bows to the eternal flowing waters as he concludes his ceremony for the day. Obunaki turns to the entrance of the holy temple and notices a woman standing there. "Hello. Have you been standing there long?" It had been days since the devout battle priest had any type of contact with another being, save for the high priests of the temple. Never did anyone come here......Never!
Iintahquohae knew very little about water-related deities, but for reasons unknown to her, the seamstress found herself standing within a temple that honored one. Though clearly not a devotee of the housed deity, she’s careful to show respect in the presence of the statue. The eyes behind her spectacles take a moment to survey the imagery on the walls, but her attention is called to the priest that addresses her. He’s given a double take. Why hadn’t she noticed him before? Iintahquohae’s posture straightens just a bit while she looks him over, then rolls her shoulders with a sluggish looking shrug. “I don’t think so.” There’s a pause, in which her eyes find their attention drawn toward the walls and the statue. “It’s been a while since I’ve visited a place like this.”
Obunaki blinks at the woman. He is impressed with the size of her which seems to tower over his own height. Obunaki takes particular notice of her hair. The black mess seems to engulf her head and reaches a good length of her form. The priest stares at her as she seems to be taking in the surroundings. The elf had spent so much time at the holy shrine, that he has forgotten how impressive it can be to an outsider seeing it's beauty for the very first time. Obu does not know the woman or why she is here, but is not alarmed by her presence for the temple is under protection by the eternal waters and all the power that they contain. The others here in prayer do not even notice the two speaking. They are lost in meditative prayer. Obunaki bends at the knee and forms a cupping motion with his hands as he partakes in a drink from the endless hydromantic display. He speaks to the woman again as he again stands. "You do not think so? You are unsure of how long you have been standing there then?" Obunaki smirks and tilts his head, "You say it has been a while since you have found yourself in such a place, perhaps you have been standing there for such a while also." His words sound like wise riddles from a time long forgotten. The priest points to the statue, "Zaytor is the God of the waters, the waters are the key to all life. All life is welcome here at his holy house."
Iintahquohae kept an ear open while Obunaki spoke, but her eyes were elsewhere, along with her figure – With care, she sidestepped along the perimeter of the temple for fear of interrupting the priests she caught a glimpse of, all the while looking around. Her response is delayed as she shrugs once again, halts in her steps, then reverses the movement to return to her original position near the temple’s opening. “I haven’t found it necessary to pay attention to time lately,” she replies. Once again, the seamstress focuses her gaze on Zaytor’s statue. The name is vaguely familiar, but difficult to place. She might’ve seen it in passing in a book somewhere. Her lips part just a bit as her head lifts to indicate a vague recognition. “Ah. Well, I feel a bit out of place then.” The thought prompts a very faint smile that disappears just as quickly as it might’ve been seen. “I lived once, in the sense that water was a necessity for my survival. I live now. Different liquid required to survive, though.”
Obunaki watches the tall dark and mysterious woman as she moves about the temple. He takes notice of her movements and the way she strides about smoothly. The priest again tilts his head as if trying to figure the woman out, both who she is and why she has found herself here. Obunaki turns his own gaze for a brief second to the statue of Zaytor and traces the line of focused vision back to the woman who seems to be quite interested in it. A look of certainty befalls the face of the priest as he speaks in response to the woman. "Some would say that time is of the essence, others that it is merely relevant." Obu begins to pace back and forth slowly whilst allowing his left hand to delicately drift through the flowing waters as he continues. "Still many claim that it is precious while others speak of how it likes to fly." The priest turns his head to fully look upon the woman, "If you have not found it necessary to pay attention to time is understandable, yet one must always remember that time still pays attention to us all. For all things have a beginning in time as well as an end in it. As for you being out of place woman, perhaps you are right, or perhaps you are exactly where you are supposed to be?" The words again seem cryptic, yet elude to containing some form of truth and wisdom. Obunaki stops his paced steps and brings his left hand to his lips to allow them to be moistened from the watery touched fingers. "No matter what liquid now makes one live, we were all once born from the eternal waters. The key to existence from the very start." The priest bows his head as he finishes his words and offers a respectful smile to the tall woman.
Iintahquohae rarely was one to attempt speaking in a cryptic or (at least in her case) semi-philosophical fashion, but she decided to take a whack at it. After Obunaki spoke, she lowered herself to a slight crouch, and removed a glove from one of her hands. Her fingertips ghosted over the surface of the water near her. “I’d say time is more like water, wouldn’t you? Some of what you said could be said about water, couldn’t it? You think you understand how it behaves, but if you dive in, you could be swept away by the current beneath and lose yourself. You can peer into it and find possible futures, see reflections of the past, ” she drifts off in a pause while her gaze remains fixed on the water, but the woman’s head eventually lifts after it appears, judging by the look on her face, that some unspoken thought has clicked. “I think I understand why my wandering brought me here. This is what I was looking for.” She smiles at him, this time so it’s a bit more visible as she stands upright once again. “Iintahquohae, by the way,” the seamstress offers her hand to Obunaki after it has been gloved again.
Obunaki nods his head as the woman speaks and reflects upon the waters and upon her very self. The brief moment of introspection seems to have provided a sense of clarity to the ever clouded mind. Obunaki smiles as she compares to idea of time with the key of water and feels a sense of joy as the tall woman achieves her goal. The priest knows it is but baby steps, yet each great distance traveled begins with but a single small step. "Ahhh yes. There is little in this worlds realm that can not be said and compared to the waters." The priest motions to the statue of Zaytor as he speaks. "The tides can help us tell the time of day, therefore one is very much the same, as are we all. You must come to speak with me again and further your understanding of the ways of the eternal waters." Obunaki extends his hand to meet with the one offered unto him. "Iintahquohae the seamstress, I am Waylon Obunaki-san." Obu shakes the hand gently. "I am a devout priest of this temple and battle vessel to the keeper and creator of the waters. I am glad you have found what you seek here and inside yourself. You have learned and taught me at the same time and therefore have gained a piece of the key to truth an knowledge of the ages." Obunaki bows after he releases the hand. "I thank you for coming to me today and may you go with the flow of the mighty waters and may your stream reach it's endless ocean."
Iintahquohae lets her hand fall back to her side. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Waylon Obunaki-san. Thank you for welcoming me here, by the way. I may have to visit again sometime soon.” The priest’s continual mention of keys causes her to search the pockets of her blazer, and from one of them she removes a skeleton key that looks to be made of brass. It’s unremarkable really, just a normal key. After rubbing it across one of her sleeves to give some of its former shine back, she turns from Obunaki and approaches the statue of Zaytor. Something is murmured – more than likely a small prayer of thanks for allowing her presence or a greeting to the god, and the key is left at the statue’s feet. It seemed like an appropriate offering. She turns to face the priest and offered another smile as she walked toward him, then past him to depart. “Maybe I’ll see you again when I’m in the area. I’ll be sure to drop by the next time that I’m in town. Thank you for your company.” And she’s gone.