LOOKING UP FOR HEAVEN

With bones strung to the straps of his harness and the smell of decay following the sinking flesh upon them, Maxence questioned on whether the offering would be enough to appease the gods above. Regardless, it was more a symbol of what the bones and decaying flesh had once been that Maxence brought to their lord of a sunburst throne, one who Maxence had never had the privilege to see or hear the voice of like he knew some had. There were those like Avdotya who seemed to be living, breathing proof of Solis' touch given her impressive sand-stirring abilities. 
The Elder Teryr he had slain, a beast that wreaked havoc over the canyon long before even Zolin's dynasty, and here Maxence was bringing a trophy of it's femur to the mountain of gods as an offering. Surely Solis would not shy his nose from it.

Flaring his wings at the mountain's peak and nestling his chin against the precious cargo nestled unto his harness, Maxence landed with a swoosh and a beat of his hooves upon the sleet covered mountain top. The air was thin here and certainly hard to fly upon given his weight, though a quick trek to and from the mountain would do little damage - this he realised as his breathing steadied, his feet grabbing into the narrow path up the mountain side.

Upon reaching the summit the commander set down the bone taken from the body of the slain beast, one he had dedicated to Solis himself and all of Solterra. Without a glance behind to see which of his comrades had ended up following him on his excursion to the mount, the sovereign began his words of mass.
"Solis," He began, eyes cast down upon the offering out of fear for the heavens above. "From the clutches of Elatus I bring you the bones of an Elder Teryr, slain by your faithful Solterrans. Give us your mercy, your blessing, your faith in our time of revolution..."

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A prayer for solis. anyone welcome, though Maxence would be super pleased to see some day court fellows come to worship their patron god :)

LOOKING UP FOR HEAVEN

The footfalls behind him were not so easily missed and, as they grew closer, the perpetual frown of Solterra's king sinking furthermore. While he had been expecting a follower of faith to follow him from their homeland he somehow was not anticipating their interruption. Regardless, it was when the woman he knew as Inkheart flared raven wing to the heavens and seemingly offered her entire body to the clouds and beings above. It was a simple yet awesome sight, one that struck Maxence and caused him to stare in wonderment. To see someone so willing to present to dieties that at any moment could strike her from the summit of this peak and send her carcass thrumming down the mountainside. It was a fearless, blind devotion and the King had no idea on whether he should be concerned or impressed.

Soon the priestess began to speak, begging the blessing of the sun upon them and with all the conviction of the mountain itself. It came to Maxence's attention soon enough though that they had stumbled up the mountain, presented Solis with a rotten bone and asked for blessing, asked for prosperity, and asked for his faith - surely, Solis required more from his servants than requests.

"Lord," Maxence soon began after the priestess had finished her piece, his eyes ducking from hers to the cloud cover above. "You have our devotion, our lands, our fire and our blood. It is for the land of Solterra - your land - that we toil. If only we knew your will, Solis, we would see it done." The King pledged, though very reluctantly. There were limits to Maxence's loyalties, and even the King did not trust the lord of light. 

Looking to Inkheart, an expert on the man of the sun, Maxence gave a grave sigh. While he had come here to worship he felt disheartened at hearing nothing back, at feeling nothing, at questioning. The man had expected a revelation of some kind, perhaps the wind would change or he'd feel a presence - Maxence felt no such thing here on the peak as he spoke to solis.

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Yay! @Inkheart 

LOOKING UP FOR HEAVEN

Maxence listened, he thought, he meditated, and still he felt nothing. Why could Inkheart follow a god so blindly without any sign to his existence? Maxence believed but was it enough? He still doubted. Why would Solis not show him a sign?
Inkhearts prayed struck a wave of envy upon him as he focussed upon the words, wishing that it was he who would devote words so willingly to someone. How safe she must feel to live under the protection of a god, and in her mind reap all his blessings. 

Perhaps he was being too specific. This is what Maxence came to realise as Inkheart finished her praise and threnodies. Solis had spared his life during the Teryr fight had he not? Inches from death in every direction and somehow he had survived - looking back there was no way that could have happened save for divine intervention.
"Solis," Maxence uttered breahtlessly finally casting his face to the sun without fear. "Thank you" he would then lament, eyes slowly shutting as he sent his gratitude to the heavens, and then stepped from the altar.

The offering was left, their wishes given; everything in it's right place. Leviathan had made it too it would seem, and though Maxence did not strike him as a religious man, perhaps he had his own prayers and whispers to give.
Regardless, the sovereign could do nothing for the soldier and would leave him in mediation. "Be at peace" He wished upon the mammoth as he stepped from the peak, wings flared and fluttering against the wind. 

To Solterra he would sail, his prayer and lamentations finished.

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Yay! this worship is dooone.