[Worship] -- smells like spring;

[Lasairian]

is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?

He was taking time to learn more tea brews between studies, collecting plants and herbs, and generally meeting others around Novus. Lasairian was doing his best to soak up all the information that he could while he was around, and he felt that he was doing a pretty good job at it, considering how long he had been here so far. Not all that long, from somewhere in Winter to now, this starting of Spring. An easier season for him for sure, for both physical and mental purposes. It wasn't that the cold was all that bad to him, because he wasn't all that sensitive to it, but he had been taught that the cold was a lethal thing. He was lucky enough not to be fully the breed that the others were, and less sensitive to it than they were.

The warmth still suited him better and put his mind at ease, because where he was from, there was no Winter. The white covering of snowflakes was a little alien to him, as pretty as it was. He sort of blended in to it all, which was neat to be sure, though it was more stark against the blush tones of him. All that aside, though, the Spring made him feel more at home, more like he could settle in more. Plus, it was a lot easier to gather plants and herbs with the weather warming up like this. Only the more hardy plants were there with the frosty covering. Lasairian was working on it, on creating those collection stores of dried plants for the various purposes for medical reasons and for teas.

Today, there was something else for him to do; go back up to that peak for worship, because he hadn't gone back during the Winter. He was still stuck on his want to have the alter in the library, and that was where he worshiped most. Yet this was something he would do every once in a while, because it seemed to be the usual way others went about it. Maybe Oriens liked it better this way, or maybe he was satisfied with the library alter; Lasairian wasn't sure and couldn't know. That was alright, this covered the basis, doing it this way. Or so that was how he liked to look at it. He knew that tea was liked by the deity, and that was why he was bringing up some plants and herbs to make some as part of his offering.

Everything else had been left up there on the peaks and tucked away for this purpose, though Lasairian fully intended to get his very out tea setup and a bag to carry things around with him. He was working on it, but he wasn't there with it yet. Perhaps he could buy one at the night market one of these days, when he went back there. It was a bit of a trip all on it's own, though. Nothing he needed to think too deeply on now, because he had to get his mind in the right place for what he was about to do. He needed focus, needed to show that he was all in this. He did look forward to these trips, because it was different, because he hoped it would show that he was serious about how he felt in this, in the commitment of it.

Up and up he went, climbing and thinking about the tea he intended to make, the aroma of it that he hoped would reach Oriens from that height, if nothing more. Lasairian did not expect more than that, and even the mere idea of expecting that much was a little out there. But he wanted it to be at least known that he was making these attempts, that he was putting forth these efforts. It was with a long, deep breath that he finally reached the top with it's thinner air, and he went to go about making the tea, meditating as he waited for it to be done, then letting it simmer there as an offering, focusing on Oriens, on if there were any overwhelming feelings or thoughts that could possibly be from the deity.

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