Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Voices Better Left Unheard
Title: Voices Better Left Unheard
Author: Randsford (prime)
A lone young halfling priestess wanders the Hall of Seasons temple and encounters an attired fully in white giantman. She does not recognize this individual kneeling before a sprouting rose and approaches him gingerly.
The giantman's eyes are closed in intense concentration, his helmet is removed and sitting to his side partially obscured by his elegant white cape. His features are revealed showing he has a kind expression but his otherwise youthful face is beginning to show the signs of age. The priestess joyfully speaks, "You are the third one this week!"
The giantman opens one eye, spots a grinning halfling in front of him and quickly closes his eye again. She speaks again, "Perhaps you can try with me here? Maybe I'll be good luck!"
The giantman pauses then solemnly asks, "Dear Goddess Oleani, please bless me with your love and wisdom to see what our Mayor and Councilor have seen. Is this 'unity' we seek the path to our salvation or will it lead us to the very visions we seek to prevent? Icemule now requires a greater duty and I seek your love to do so."
Moments pass as the unsteady quiet only grows louder. The halfling cheerfully says, "Well, look at the bright side! At least we didn't summon anything...", she gulps, "unwanted!" She then flashes a quick smirk.
The giantman chuckles softly, opens his eyes, stares at the priestess and says, "Yes you are right it is probably for the best." He rises slowly and picks up his helmet before continuing, "I wouldn't want that cold soulless voice speaking to me again like last time I tried to commune with her." He flashes a wolfish grin to the priestess, offers a thankful bow and turns toward the exit.
The priestess giggles nervously to herself and faces an approaching sister who hands her a parchment. The giantman then puts on his eonake helmet as he approaches the exit, the helmet obscures his kind features and replaces them with the fearsome expression of a battle hardened wolf. The priestess begins to examine the document when something familiar appears in the corner of her eye. She turns to face the exit and recognizes a figure all clad in white, he is similar but different as if his strides carry a new found weight. The figure steps into the snow and disappears into the night.