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Altar to Ourania. (Hashan)
This large alcove has but one dominant feature, the altar to Ourania. It consists of a small, twenty inch alabaster statue of Ourania, Goddess of the moon, which rests on a pedestal of dark basalt. The pedestal thrusts upwards from the centre of a pool of clear water, fed from fountains of maidens along its rim. Water pours from baskets on their back, as they kneel to the Goddess. A small, padded kneeling bench runs around the perimeter of the pool to allow passerby's a chance to kneel and praise the Trisagia. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. This shrine is crafted into the form of three tall women standing back to back in a tight circle, hands clasped together at their sides. Hanging upon the wall, a triptych painting entitled "Heavenly Mother" is displayed. Hovering in the air, a pure milky white moonstone subtly rotates. Perched upon the fountain, an iridescent lunalia chirrups quietly. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
You see a single exit leading east.
You have emoted: Cinya stares blankly at the shrine, her expression utterly hollow.
You have emoted: Cinya glances self-consciously to the doorway, then shifts forward into a kneeling position before the statue. She threads her fingers together cautiously.
You say finally in a heavy voice, "It has been a long time since I've spoken to a Divine like this. Even if, Y'know, You're not even listening. I'm not one of Yours, I know it."
You have emoted: Cinya tilts her head dismissively.
You say slowly in a heavy voice, "It's... weird. So forgive me if my words are clumsy."
You have emoted: Cinya licks her lips hesitantly as she considers her next words.
You say in a struggling voice, "...I pray for the ability to accept Change gracefully."
You say in a struggling voice, "It is always something I've struggled with, always. It-."
You have emoted: Cinya pauses to prevent her speech from speeding.
You say gravely in a struggling voice, "It has... taken more from me than I want to think about, Lady Ourania, the inability to appreciate Change like it warrants."
You say in a quickening voice, "I pray for the ability to understand Change, the ability to accept it. The ability to move on when I need to."
You say in a cracking voice, "Because Gods know I'm not right now. I haven't been."
You have emoted: Cinya pauses for a wavering inhale, then exhales it slowly and deliberately.
You say in a cracking voice, "...please, Lady Ourania. I'm more proud than I like to admit, and I make it a point not to beg. But I beg of You the ability to understand and accept Change."
You say in a quiet voice, "Please be with me, in some sense, as I... try."
You say firmly in a quiet voice, "I need this."
You have emoted: Cinya lowers her forehead to her hands reverently in a long moment of silent prayer.
You say in an almost inaudible voice, "Thank You."
You have emoted: Cinya sighs heavily and leans backwards, sitting once more and crossing her legs one over the other.
You have emoted: Cinya rises reluctantly.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
You say seriously, "I'll be back. I know that understanding is earned through more than a single prayer in an hour of need."
You lower your head respectfully.
You slip away to the east and successfully evade your pursuers.