Little Ala Mhigo was a bustle of activity as pilgrims arrived. Refugees watched with quiet reserve, children growing closer than the adults as everyone hovered towards the Destroyer's stone tucked on the upper ledge of the rocky shelf. Light shined down in hazy streams to illuminate the room along with torches, just enough to bring life up around Rhalgr's symbol.
Jancis Milburga raises a hand bell over her head. "Welcome Pilgrims! Thank you for coming all this way!"
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J'maaira stands to the back. Reiner hushes slightly and moving back to his place. "I shall speak to you after my Sister." "Well, whatever is happening seems to be starting now." "As am I, mein Herr-- but it seems we're starting. I'd best be quiet, seems like." "Perhaps the rekindling will inspire the younger generation. That lass has a way of bringing odd folk together." Lysha nods and goes quiet to listen. "That she does."
"Today we honor and celebrate the Destroyer! I have heard so much from dear friends and acquaintances alike about their feelings and more so their confusion. A myriad of emotion can be invoked; an entire culture inspired by the same."
"Truth is ever to be found in simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things." She smiles and looks about the crowd. "In this I ask you to share your emotions with those around you. To think of what has changed for you and what to see going forward."
"Today we are graced by many who understand these feelings well and will share words and song."
Jancis bows to the crowd, welcoming them to sit and make themselves comfortable. Underneath the ledge drums and flutes start with a steady and empower beat. The song of women and men rising to match their fervor.Â
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