is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?
So he wasn't going to. He did not change his own beliefs on wanting a library room for an alter by any means, but he did not want it to be thought that he was lazy to not make the trip up the peaks. That wasn't what this was about either. No, Lasairian felt that it was right in the library where he could feel the difference in the air. As if there was divinity there already, anyway. Oriens had made the library, so it made sense from that standpoint too. Wasn't that place a type of structural representation of what the deity stood for? All those books and the knowledge packed within them?
It felt right to Lasairian, but he would not ignore this anymore, either. It could be a less traveled event, while he continued his worship in the library depths any other time. It covered the basis of if this was what was wanted, but also what felt right to Lasairian. Now if Oriens came down and told him which was wanted, or gave him some kind of obvious sign, Lasairian would respect that. But he did not go thinking that would happen. Deities were busy, and that was fine. If this even got noticed at all, that was enough for Lasairian. Heck, just doing it and knowing that he had done it was enough, personally.
This was still quite a climb to get to the peak itself, but Lasairian pushed through the thinner air and the danger of the terrain. His muscles ached against the cold and the upward mobility, but there was no gain without a little pain, right? And though he wasn't looking for anything but spiritual gain, he still felt like doing this showed that he had faith. That part mattered to him. He had it, he believed in the divine and all it could do -- both the good and the things he might not be able to make sense of; though that wasn't his place anyway -- and that part was where he settled things within himself, too.
Lasairian knew that eventually he might use such a trek for clarity on his skill as a medic, too. For deciding when the time came, where he should branch off into as a specialty. There were three areas, and two of them stuck out at him the most. Nothing to be overly concerned with right now by any means, but someday it might come up, and on that day, Lasairian might ask for a sign as to where he might be best suited to go. He did not foresee that as being an issue for some time, but it was still on his mind, because he did intend to become a better medic with time and studies. Lasairian hoped to become better at a number of things, over time.
One area he hoped would be blessed by Oriens was his tea making skills, since Lasairian had loved teas for a long time, and was given the information that Oriens was fond of a Delumine herbal tea. It was why he had borrowed a satchel -- he really did need to get one of his own soon -- to bring up what was needed to make a tea as an offering. It was more based upon aroma, just because Lasairian didn't think the deity would come and actually drink it, but maybe the smell of it would reach where it needed to go. That was the best he could hope for in this, and he was okay with that.
Maybe he hadn't expected the cathedral to be what it was, but upon entering the clearing and seeing it, there was a sense of awe there for Lasairian. He did take a moment to let the sight of it sink in, and then he was carefully picking his way closer to it, gazing around with curious, thoughtful eyes. What a sight this was, and he knew there must be so many stories here, inlaid in the rocks and perhaps the memories of others. He kept going, needing to go and find a place that he felt would be right to make the herbal tea for Oriens and really begin the worship in that. Though just coming here itself felt like a part of that worship, too.
Once he had found a spot that felt right, Lasairian started to pull out the things needed to make the tea. The little pot and jars of water and herbs that he had blended together for a wondrous smell, the flint and kindling to warm the pot over. He set it all up as if he had been doing it forever. He had been making tea for years, but he had to admit that preparing was a little different now, like this. But he had time to figure it out, and had already drank enough tea since being here to have a handle on getting it done without too much of a problem. Tea had helped him settle in, after all.
Not that he felt he had needed it with how well he found that he seemed to fit here. As if he had been nudged in this direction when seeking out a new place to live. It had fit, felt oddly right, and Lasairian did not think it hadn't happened for a reason. So he held to that. Held to it while he set up to making tea here and now, even. Did it like he felt he belonged doing it here like this. He was quiet and happy enough setting about this task of getting things ready, then doing something close to meditating and silent prayer while he waited on the tea.
When it was done, Lasairian simply set out the saucer and tea cup, and made sure to drain the tea from the herbal blend before setting the cup on the alter-like area, watching the steam rising from the little teacup and breathing in the aroma. Another little saucer was set out beside the first, and Lasairian used a small, sharpened rock to make a cut on his foreleg, catching some of the blood in the second saucer. His blood was the most precious thing he had, and used in ritual, in the old blood magic he'd once had, so it seemed fitting to offer some of that up now as well. Then he went back to prayer and meditation.
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