<blockquote>[[File:Bay of Esta.png|thumb|441x441px]]"[[Cannafus]]. I am talking to you! We ought to get going. Mass for Elyphis is about to start, so hurry.”</blockquote>Unaware that I have been blankly staring at the bay of Esta, I avert my eyes from the swaying boats on the horizon. He grabs the linen of my tunic urging me to get up. <blockquote>“This is my good tunic don’t tug on it. I’m coming” </blockquote>I placate him while patting off the dust. The fine sand is shifting under me with every step and I feel like I am moving through honey. The sun reaches its zenith right as I catch up to my friend at the temple.
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"[[Cannafus]]. I am talking to you! We ought to get going. Mass for Elyphis is about to start, so hurry.”</blockquote>Unaware that I have been blankly staring at the bay of Esta, I avert my eyes from the swaying boats on the horizon. He grabs the linen of my tunic urging me to get up. <blockquote>“This is my good tunic don’t tug on it. I’m coming” </blockquote>I placate him while patting off the dust. The fine sand is shifting under me with every step and I feel like I am moving through honey. The sun reaches its zenith right as I catch up to my friend at the temple.
"Cannafus. I am talking to you! We ought to get going. Mass for Elyphis is about to start, so hurry.”
Unaware that I have been blankly staring at the bay of Esta, I avert my eyes from the swaying boats on the horizon. He grabs the linen of my tunic urging me to get up.
“This is my good tunic don’t tug on it. I’m coming”
I placate him while patting off the dust. The fine sand is shifting under me with every step and I feel like I am moving through honey. The sun reaches its zenith right as I catch up to my friend at the temple.
I worship.
I go through the motions.
The god of war is not sacred to me, but I play my part to stay safe.
During sunset I stand on a roof gazing over the walls of the fort towards the dunes. There it is, hidden amongst the burial mount, the temple of Matanuh. I should offer up flesh soon.
Feeling the jerk of a fall, I flinch trying to avoid slipping off the roof.
I did not fall, there was nothing to fall from either. Upon opening my eyes again, it is still dark. Fumbling around on the piece of rotting wood beneath me I notice how grubby and worn my tunic is. A distant groan of despair somewhere.
This is not Baylara, I am not even in the desert, and I have not been in a long time.
