Mother Comes To Town

Mother Comes To Town
Summary: Mother Cafell arrives in Brivey before the Festival of Altheara. Father Ravos attends her.
Date: 23/August/2013
Related: None
Players:
Ravos Cafell 

Brivey Keep - Temple of the Four
Like all temples of the Four, this one is a slightly stretched diamond in structure with lofty cathedral ceilings that let natural light shine in and illuminate this sacred place. It is accessed by a graceful archway on each of the four straight walls, emphasizing that neither direction holds prescedence over the other. Combined with the stone walls and polished floors create a wonderful echo that catches almost every footstep and whisper.
At each of the four corners of the temple are the altars of the Four. The northern corner belongs to Bornas the Mountain God; a tall effigy of a bulking, bear of a man with his sigil carved into the platform at his feet. There is an offering dish that is often filled with handfuls of earth, leaves, or seeds. Directly opposite of him in the south is the handsome and youthful statue of Ravas the Fire God, and his offering bowl often contains hearth ash or bits of tinder. To Ravas's left in the western corner is the old and wise Stilltha; river stones and water occupy her offering bowl, including the occasional fishbone. Last, but not least, opposite of Stilltha in the east is the young Altheara with her long, windswept hair and fiercely beautiful features. In her bowl is held bird feathers and bones, as well as small carved flutes and chimes.
Thur Aug 22, 1329

It’s barely noon but the Brivey Temple has been nothing but noise and bustle since dawn. The good Fathers and Mothers are astir and buzzing like bees as they prepare for the Festival of Altheara.

“Mind those bolts, child.” Father Ravos Althearin chides an acolyte shabbily carrying rolled clumps of fine fabric for kite making. He carries a scroll and quill with him, wildly noting anything worth counting or out of place. This years’ festival must be a flawless success. After all, it’s the celebration honoring Althearin’s very namesake.

The Priest scuttles over toward Altheara’s offering pot. “Be careful there,” he points to another young helper. “Both hands, Cedric. Both hands."

“Aye me,” Ravos says with a sigh. Gazing into Altheara’s offering bowl he notices the fine and frail ends of a soft feather. “Yes, Lord Guardian,” he reassures himself, noting the heathery end of his quill, the manifestation of Altheara’s divine will in the realm of Brivey. “Today shall be magnanimous!”

The Temple doors open and a very tall figure of a woman enters. She is dressed in a travel stained robes of a priestess and a wide brimmed straw hat covers her eyes. The dirt of the trail still clings to her robes. Over her shoulder are two saddle bags that are near bursting at the seams. She pauses just inside of the entrance to allow her eyes to adjust to the light before she takes of her hat. Her brown hair is sweaty strands of it seem to stick out everywhere. She smells of sun baked pine, wood smoke, horse and dust. Taking a deep breath she seems to visibly relax as she slowly the air out. A pool of quit seems to wrap itself around her and from her belt pouch she takes out a feather, a stone and even a small satchel of herbs. Hesitantly she steps forward a smile graces her lips and lights up her eyes.

“No, no, stack those over - - -“ Ravos stops midsentence as the Temple doors open, revealing an utter mess of a woman. “Mmmmother,” he says coolly. “How pleasant it is to see the arrival of another Priestess.”

Clearing a path for the priestess he parts a sea of acolytes and blessed helpers aiding the Covenant in preparation for the Festival. “Please, do make your offerings to The Four.” A kind nod and a gesture with his quill urge the priestess to give her respects, an act she seems more than ready to undertake

“I am Father Ravos Althearin. And you?” He clears his throat. “Ahem. And you have come to help us with the Festival?”

She studies him with her sea blue/green eyes for a while and there is a sense she has not spoken much lately. The smile remains in place. She then opens her mouth to speak but no words will come. Frowning she tries again and this time the words that come are hesitant and are a stutter. "Ccaffell, Cafell." She tries again and the smile returns. "Nno, I am hhealer and am on ccircut. I am sssorry for my appearance." Her words become steadier as she talks. "I am waiting for my Cchosen to catch up to me." She says carefully. "He was recovering in one of the villages, I had to ride on to keep sschedule." She moves to forward. "Pleasure to meet you, and thank you, I would adore to give mmmy offerings here and if you are in need of help it would be a pleasure to help."

“Doubtless your journey has been long.” Ravos arches a sullen brow at the dirt tracked in. “And arduous.”

In one fell swoop he pivots to stand side by side with the priestess and takes a step forward to help guide her along. “Stone, Feather, and Herb?” Althearin takes it upon himself to inspect the items in her grasp. “Doubtless there’s no need for a Bornas offering,” he says with a large smile. “You’re covered in it.”

He chuckles to himself. “But I do jest Mother Cafell. The Temple is yours, and your help is GREATLY desired by all in attendance.”
Ravos pauses. “Perhaps – perhaps you could oblige me the details of your journey after you’ve properly greeted the Guardians.”

"Aand cleaned up Father." Cafell says firmly to him. "I hhaave been on the road for awwhile." She moves forward to give the offering. Feather, stone, but to Bornas she reaches into her belt pouch and she takes out an arrow that is still attached to a bit of broken shaft which she places in the offering bowl to him. Then when she reaches Stilltha she takes the herbs out of the small satchel and she places them into the bowl. She then kneels before the alter and no prayers are said a loud. Instead they are silent. Her eyes are bright and full of love and tenderness before she closes them. When she has finished her prayers she rises from where she was kneeling and turns her attention back to the Preist. "II am hhere to help and to sserve until it is time for me to go on ccircut again."

“Excellent,” says Ravos. “There are blessed bales for the horse races stacked behind the rear wall. Heavens knows that’s some effort. But I say, if you’re going to bless a bale of hay properly, you’ve just got to do it yourself and cart it all the way to Laketown. Although it never occurs to think that we could just as easily bless the bales IN Laketown.”

The Priest whistles at a pair of acolytes tripping over themselves. “In or-der-ly fashion mind you!” He makes a mark on his scroll and continues on. “But maybe there’s just something special about the way Brivey does the bale blessing. There may be some ulterior or deeper meaning to it. But you probably don’t want to shuffle bales of hay around the realms.”

A set of lovely bolt fabrics passes in front of his eyes, as laymen carry it out to the loading carts. “You could help bolt the fabrics from the tailor. Well, actually,” Ravos Althearin notes the number of bolts on his parchment with a sad expression. “Actually they’re mostly prepared and ready to be travelled to Laketown. If only you had any medical skills, the infirmary is in dire need of additional care during festival months. Too many people not enough sense, and - - -“

The Priest nearly jumps out of his robes. “Heavens yes! You’re a healer did you say?”

There is a laugh out of Cafell. "Ffather it is tradition, who are we to mmock at it unless it is the violence between the two kingdoms. Yyes I am a ttemple healer, but oone on circuit." She explains patiently. "I need a bbath father." She points out in a gentle amused manner she looks over at the two accoyltes with some humor in those eyes of hers.

"II can help you with all if you nneed it." She stutters little less as she continues to talk. Her voice is quiet but her tone is kind and warm and there is undertone of humor to it.

“Ah, where are my manners.” Ravos motions for one of the boys rumbling about the hall to come forth and assist the priestess. “Penwald, help Mother Cafell with her things, see that they’re washed, scrubbed, cleaned and aired thoroughly. I want them dry before evening.”

The young acolyte nods eagerly, and heads for door leading to the depths of the temple. “Mother Cafell, if you would follow young Penwald, he’ll guide you to the priest’s quarters, tend to your needs and have a meal prepared.”

“Ah - -“ Ravos stops himself again. “I do hope your circuit leads you to Laketown soon. We leave shortly for the Festival and I could use the company of someone with a thirst for adventure and a few road tales to share, yes?”

"Pperhaps, I am better at wwriting than I am speaking." She tells him. "I will see if I can jjoin you on the road. Llonnie my cchosen hopefully will be arriving soon." Cafell looks to the young man. "Thank you, I will be back." She says this carefully.

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