ꙮ The City. The sun is not hanging so high in the sky, now - soon it will be what passes for night-time, here. In the Temple, Yazhn Ravhi and Yazhn Dyu led Evensong, tonight. After evensong, when Ravhi and Dyu are both presiding, particularly, they tend to speak together in the sacristy - they’ve had a habit of it since the very first time Dyu accompanied him and led the counterchant.
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takes the cloth-of-gold stole of office from Dyu, first - tasseled with little jewels of every colour - and folds it carefully, and puts it away, and then he removes his own, folds it as carefully, puts it away, and only then does his expression shift, slightly. Dyu is one of the few who gets to see him looking tired. He smiles, though. “You sung well, today.”
notices the tiredness behind Ravhi’s smile, but returns it with a smile of his own. “Thank you, Teacher. I’m glad I can bring honor to our Work.”
he pauses for a moment. “Teacher…if I may. I can see a…tiredness, behind your smile. Are you alright? Is there ought I can do to ease your burden, as you have done many times for me?”
puffs air out his nose very softly in a laugh, and sits down on a stone bench. “It’s kind of you to ask. I actually… feel more well-rested than I have in a very long time, indeed. Strangely enough, that’s– I’m troubled, not tired, Dyu, and that is part of what is troubling me, strange as it may sound.” He pauses, for a moment, and pats the bench next to him. Like old times.
breathes a tiny sigh of relief to know his mentor is, at least, well-rested. The God knows how much Yazhn Ravhi carries on his shoulders. He takes the offered seat beside him, “Troubled how so, Teacher?”.
takes a deep breath, and goes for the strangest thing first, the thing he can’t stop thinking about– well. Not the only thing he can’t stop thinking about, but some of it is for his own heart and his own heart alone, for the time being, but. “Last night, I accompanied Wolf to a… wondrously strange Rite-space which his people carry with them. You ought to see it with your own eyes, if you can, Dyu, it-“ -he looks distant, and for all the tiredness, he beams. “It was beautiful. And Wolf had made in the space a garden. Or- found. He himself was not entirely clear what had happened. But it was his, and it was… oh, Dyu.” He exhales, slowly. “It was a vision of the God’s Day. And I rested there, with him, and–“ -he sounds immensely uncertain- “–while I rested, I -dreamed-.”
as Ravhi describes what he saw, Dyu’s eyes widen and sparkle with wonder at the thought of it…a space they -carry with them-?? And a beautiful garden, that evoked the God’s Day, even! But hearing the final sentence, changes the awe to something all-together different.“Wait…what?”, you can watch his face go on a mild expedition. “But that…that doesn’t make sense. Teacher, we’re…the humans can dream but, we…Kin Don’t Dream.”
nods. “I know. I–“ He shakes his head. “There was a human woman, in the dream. With white hair, and eyes blue as the sky. And she–“ –he laughs. “In the dream, I was shaking like an acolyte, Dyu, I know I was. And she told me not to fear. She was– gentle, but a gentleness laid over iron. When she told me not to fear, it was– as a command from a Teacher.” And that, too, makes him snort softly out of his nose, because he’s been the Teacher for a long time running, now. “So I did not fear. But I am deeply, deeply…” He trails off. He does not have a word for what he is feeling.
rests his hands in his lap, and closes his eyes for a moment, envisioning a woman with white hair and azure blue eyes, and, honestly, can’t help but smile a bit to himself. She sounds almost like a…what’s the word the humans use? Ah yes, a goddess. He lifts his head and turns to look at his mentor. “She spoke to you as you have spoken to me, on more occasions than I can name. You did not fear on her words, as I have not on yours.”. He smiles a bit brighter. “I almost wish I could have seen her myself!”
laughs, and leans back, and a little of the weight lifts off his shoulders. “I’ve half a mind to ask you to ask Wolf if you can sleep beneath the tree’s boughs, as I did. I wonder if she would appear to you as she did to me. But I suppose– as she said, I ought to cast away fear.” He turns and looks at Dyu. “The other– well. There are two other things. First… do you remember when Salme spoke of the timing of catastrophe that befell her home, and her expectation that it would do so again?” He frowns, slightly.
he can’t help but frown slightly at the thought of the catastrophe Salme described, and give a slight shudder. “Aye, a most dreadful event to be foretold.”
snorts, again, softly. “She could be Zvahr, with her eyes. Zvahr Salme. She spent time at the Fathom, with Zvahr Yhjrn, and– Yhjrn laughed, because she and I referenced the same texts.” He shakes his head. “I believe that our Rites of Renewal somehow coincide with her world’s catastrophes. I do not know what that means, and I–“ He trails off, again, and takes a long string of little black beads from a fold of his robe, and starts working his way around the strand with his fingertips. “I do not know what that means.”
takes a breath, rolling the words around in his mind, before nodding. “That…does sound plausible, Teacher. One assumes they do not know what it means either, and are here to figure that out?”. Dyu notices his Teacher working his way through his prayer beads, and bows his head in a brief moment of communal prayer.
prays, for a little while, but mostly what he’s doing is just– existing alongside Dyu, because that alone grounds him when the world seems uncertain. “Indeed. I…” He goes back to praying. “May it be simply a coincidence. I would like to… talk to her, I think. Talk to all of them.” The scales around his eyes darken, very slightly, and he glances up at Dyu. “What do you think of them? Salme seemed a quick study. Rohsu Ziqhe told me they’d learnt how to Rite-bind an Elemental, as well.” He sounds impressed.
he thinks about the band of Travelers from the distant lands and can’t help but smile. “They are all delightful! Yes, Salme is a -very- quick study. She…” he chuckles warmly, “she doesn’t give herself enough credit. And I heard they’d learned that, and was full glad to hear it, so they won’t have a repeat of our first meeting!” He thinks of each of the travelers, and ends with Wolf. “The one called Wolf, he…he very much reminds me of you, Teacher. If he weren’t from another world, I would swear he was a Yazhn as well.”
’s scales darken, and it reaches all the way up to his horns. Softly, wonderingly. “One wonders if all the worlds have Yazhn, but just call them by a different name.”
notices the darkening of his Teacher’s scales in a manner he’s never seen before, and grins widely, but internally, filing that away for later. “There’s so much about the other worlds we don’t know, it would not surprise me if they have similarities, but under different names.”
snorts out a soft laugh. “Indeed.” And he returns to the chain of beads, moving them each by each past his fingers, holding the Articles of Faith in his thoughts. Formulaic, precise– He takes a deep breath. “Dyu. Ardith’s rest ought to be soon. The Sun-sickness’ grip only deepens.” And this, itself, is not news for Dyu, certainly. Very softly, he asks, “Would you like to accompany me to their final service, and assist me in delivering their last rites?” Dyu knows, Ravhi’s told him, that when it was Ravhi’s time to deliver the last rites for the first time, he delivered them to a human whom he’d held dear, and it– it did not make it easier, certainly, to hold that weight, but the weight itself was its own meaning. Dyu might be different, though, and so: he asks.
hangs his head and closes his eyes at Ravhi’s question. He knows full well that Ardith’s condition is deteriorating quickly, loathe as he is to acknowledge it. He has done all he can to ease the pain of his dearest friend, but the Sun-sickness’ grip still remains. As much as he wishes he could do more, have done more. If he had more training, or had stronger grasp of healing, or…the possibilities could tumble on for eternity, and still never reach an answer. Were he to follow that thread, it would drag him under. He takes a deep breath, and though the corners of his mouth are trembling at the thought, he speaks. “I will, Teacher, with a heavy, but grateful heart. None among us are to go un-tended.”
reaches out, and puts a hand on Dyu’s shoulder. It’s– it’s not a gesture that’s natural, to the Kin, and if Dyu flinches, if Dyu pulls away at all– he’d immediately have his space.
he does not pull away at the hand on his shoulder, but instead leans into it a bit, for a moment or two, before reaching up to place his own hand over top of Ravhi’s. While the gesture may not be natural for the Kin, he can feel the sentiment behind it, and, to him, that is what is important. He takes a few deep, slow breaths, to calm his mind and re-center himself on the bench, next to his Teacher.
exhales, softly, through his nose. These humans from another world might have brought some very good ideas with them, all things considered. For just a moment, he does not concern himself with the Work, except for that which Dyu will be called upon soon to perform, and he as well. Does not think of tomorrow, except inasmuch as he… permits himself to hope that Emberlight return soon and safe from their expedition into the desert. Softly: “You have done so well, Dyu. You shine so brightly in His light.”
opens his eyes and turns to Ravhi, and you can see tears welling up just in the corners of his eyes. “It is my honor, Teacher. I do all for the Work, and to share His love for His people. His light shines upon me, and through me, and I am glad in it.”
nods, once, and lowers his head slightly, a gesture of respect and honor, from Yazhn to Yazhn. And then, more softly still: “….and -I- am proud of you, Dyu.”
he lowers his head in return, giving the same respect he was given, and as he does, the tears have finally formed enough to roll down the scales of his cheeks. “…thank you, Teacher. It is…my highest honor, ever and always.”