The grey stallion leaned forward, inspecting the candles lit upon Solis's altar, and how low the wax had burned. A soft snort nearly extinguished the flame as the stallion stepped back, reaching into the worn but sturdy satchel slung across their flank to extract a spool of plant fiber, unwinding some and breaking it off at a satisfactory length, before repeating the process twice more. With the plant material they wanted held in their telekinetic grasp, they replaced the spool and moved the three strips of plant to the side before leaning in closer to inspect one candle in particular, the lowest burning of the lot.
Hmm... they would want to keep it burning until they were to refresh it, as they would want the wax as soft as possible for placing the new wick.
The other candles were in much better shape, and so long as they got one safely restored, they would have the flame needed to re-light the others when the time came.
They moved to step back, before pausing and setting the plant fiber in their grasp upon the altar, switching the focus of their telekinetic grasp to gently cup some of the melted wax that tried to drip from the candles container, gently picking up the solidified drops and returning them to the metal plate so that minimal wax might be lost. The candles were not theirs, brought to the altar by some traveler, but they tended to them nonetheless. They thought keeping ever burning fires atop Solis's altar was quite appropriate for the god of the day, and they made sure to refresh the candles accordingly, supplying material for the wick from their own supplies and simply reusing the wax that had already been there.
The candles were often somewhat lumpy and misshapen, as they had to make do with making the candles by running their wick through the melted wax to get a good base, and then simply telekinetically packing the rest on, but if it worked, it worked. They were sure their efforts were appreciated nonetheless, and contented themself with the simply knowledge that they kept the fire ever burning, like that of the sun.
Once the escaping wax had been contained, the stallion picked the strips of plant fiber back up once more, stepping back before slowly lowering themself to the ground, reclining on the stone as they looked up at the altar of the god of the day, satchel tapping lightly against the ground as they set about braiding the plant fibers together without even looking at them, crossing them over one another and binding them tightly together as a single piece. This would become the wick of the candle when they refreshed it, and while they worked, they simply allowed themself to look upon the altar of the god, and hum some distant, half-remembered hymn to the master of the day and of the fire and the forge.
OOC: Beni is now open for business <3 This is a little short as I try to work out the kinks in their character, but all are welcome to come join in this worship thread and in fact all are invited! Come say hi to the resident priest!
