He doesn't know how things work here, exactly, but he does know that there are gods, and the court he resides within has one. That's enough, he supposes, and while Lasairian doesn't know all the ways in which others worship or any of that, he has his own way of doing things, and felt most comfortable with that. If he's wrong about it, if he messes up, hopefully he will find out so as to correct it. For now, though, he has heard some interesting things about the library, and wonders if maybe he can figure something out on both matters.

All he can do is hope it is as connected as he feels it is, and press forward with asking. That is what leads Lasairian deep into the halls of the library now, uncertain on if there is a place to stop and hope -- or ask -- or if any spot would do. He could have done it at the entrance, and maybe he should have, yet somehow he wasn't sure that would have felt right. It felt more like something private, something to say where he thought it was just the books, the trees, the dawn god and himself might hear it. If that was how it worked, at least.

Lasairian was really winging it on this, but if there was any place in these lands that felt right -- at least for him -- then this was it. Right here in this library, where it felt magical all on it's own. Like holy ground in some way. Lasairian couldn't shake that feeling, so he embraced it. Maybe most went to the peaks because it felt closer up in the sky, and that was fine. It just wasn't for him, and it never had been. If he felt pulled there by some unforeseen force, then yes. Lasairian would change his mind and go there. 

He would just need to feel it deep in his bones, in the ebb and flow of his blood. Until then, his mind was set on this until it proved not to work. Not that he knew how long to wait, but he was sure, even had faith, that he would feel the need to step away if this was the wrong move to make. If this wasn't what he should be doing. After a while, Lasairian stopped and looked around. He did not know why here, this spot and this moment, but he thought there was a reason for it, for that heaviness in his hooves just now. 

That was all he needed to lift his head, peering upward, "if it would be pleasing and right, could a room be made here in this place of knowledge, where I could put an alter in which to worship and pray? To show my devotion in those things with the knowledge I seek?" the words were reverent and soft, and Lasairian closed his eyes, hoping that what he said might be heard, that a room might be created here for such a thing. He yearned for that, but he would respect if none of it came to pass.

It could be no more than the library itself that had him enthralled, and not something more divine than that, but the feeling of it, of being here with all of this knowledge pressed to pages and bound together? It spoke volumes, pun or not. Lasairian did not know enough about these lands or the Dawn deity, and that did leave him at a bit of a disadvantage to how to go about these things in a way that might be classified as right. Just reading a few things on the matter did not quite feel like enough to him, either.

Yet fumbling in his attempt of worship and respect was better than not at all, wasn't it? He was at least trying, because he felt the deep need to do it, to put that all forward. Lasairian may have some different views and ways on doing things, but deep down, it was about his heart being in the right place, wasn't it? That his devotion to such things was pure as a creature like him could manage? Not that that he felt there was anything impure about how he did things, so long as it was with proper respect and reverence.

Those things he had, and it wasn't hard to get to that point with how much he did know of the Dawn deity. Lasairian believed that in this court was where he was meant to be, because it called to him on such a basic and obvious level. The seeking of knowledge, the fact that this library existed here at all; it mattered. It made a difference to him. Why wouldn't he feel compelled to worship a deity that believed in these things? Yes, all of this felt right and good, but that did not mean that Lasairian wasn't mistaken.

At least where doing this was concerned. The place, not the act of it all itself. Perhaps here the things he said and meant couldn't reach the deity all that well. Maybe that was why this sort of thing was all done higher up, in one place for that divine attention to be turned towards. Lasairian hadn't thought too much on that prospect, but he felt that worship was a personal thing in a lot of aspects, and he wanted to hold to that. In all honesty, he could probably sort it out both ways, and hope for some sort of answer from the Dawn god.

Not like he felt it would be too much trouble to make the trip if that was the way it needed to be, of course. Lasairian could do that, would do that. He felt these things deeply enough for it, and he wanted to show that he was devout in these ways. That it wasn't some passing thing, that it wasn't him asking for things simply because that's how it could be for others. This was something that mattered to him, gave some structure and meaning to his life. It made sense to live his life in this manner.

He was always questioning things, seeking answers and knowledge and understanding. He liked the purpose of it and how it made him feel. Lasairian liked having someone -- even someone unreachable like a deity -- to put this kind of feeling into. To build his life around what it could and did mean to him. Doing such a thing here in the library seemed fitting, but if it wasn't, he would respect that, too. Everyone had different thoughts and opinions for their own reasons, and Lasairian could respect that.

So deeply had he thrown himself into his words, his inquiry, that he did not notice that he wasn't alone right off. That someone else had come closer. Not until the sound of the cleared throat that broke Lasairian out of it all, causing him to blink, shake his head a little and glance over at the dunalino. Which he was suddenly pretty sure was the Dawn king, to which he dipped his head to; caught off guard but not disrespectful for his own lack of noticing the king there. At least he had a good reason for being oblivious.

The words from the king had Lasairian feeling suddenly like a caged bird, though once the contents of those words sank in, an ear twitched. A cup of tea? The deity was fond of tea, of all things? Just that alone felt so surreal to him, because Lasairian had quite a fondness for tea as well, and would have never thought that the deity would. Perhaps that was shallow of him not to believe, but it would have felt a little egotistical to think that the Dawn deity would enjoy something that Lasairian himself enjoyed so much.

He realized that it was rude to not say anything in response, even if it was but a moment of quiet recollection in his mind to sort through what those words meant to him. Of course that also meant that the king had probably met with the deity, which was impressive. Lasairian was about to speak up when the king began again, and he politely waited for Somnus to continue, not wanting to interrupt. He couldn't help the way his eyes were drawn curiously to the owl, though. Then back to the king.

Lasairian offered a smile back, feeling awed to meet the king like this, here in the library. To learn of the deity's fondness for herbal tea, as if this was any other conversation at all. Not opposed to the idea of the library as a place of worship; that stuck with Lasairian. "No apologies needed, I wasn't even sure if this would work. Or if Oriens would be able to hear me from here. I did not take into account that maybe the height of the peaks was why they might be used. It just seemed a little impersonal, there, I suppose?" Lasairian looked a little unsure.

And after a moment, "he really likes tea? That's such a wonderful thing to learn, thank you!" a pause, "oh, where's my manners? I'm Lasairian. It's so good to meet you," he said, dipping his head again. "and hello to you, with the lovely feathers," he added to the owl. He was astounded with all that he had learned in just a few short minutes. The king was someone who would bother to talk to him over such things? Take that time to do it, when it was certain that the king was busy and had so many more important things to do? Lasairian already felt blessed, just in knowing these things.