What does a High Priestess do on a normal day?
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What about on a non normal day?
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Morriba had hoped to tuck her daughter in today but had lost track of time. By the time she had gotten to Jezreel's room it was way past midnight and the young child was fast asleep.
She could only watch her sleep, even covering her with her sheets was not necessary as the child was a calm sleeper and wouldn't budge till she wakes. She remained covered just the way her caregivers had kept her.
Her day had been filled with petitions, blessings, daily rites...
After staying in her child's room for a while, Morriba could only leave to get back to one of her many rites— secluded meditation.
Every walkway through the massive temple, even the inner rooms had specialized light-stones to light up each walkway
The High Priestess's robe danced with her steps as she walked past the halls to her destination. Each sway showed the beauty of her walk, her robe and the reflection it made with the light-stones.
Getting to a stairway, she heard a voice from behind
"High Priestess" She recognized the voice— that voice.
Turning to the voice— a figure with a 'unique' taste in all fashion. One would wonder how a regular priestess robe could be tailored in such a way. The slits by the sides hinted on her mischievous charm. She was a striking blend of allure and innocence. Her style— bold, daring, yet artfully unforced— drawing the eye to her being. Her beauty effortlessly drawing attention, yet laced with her playfulness, she favoured robes that swirled in unexpected vibrant colors, as if the world could not contain her energy, yet she wore them with a casual grace, making even flamboyance seem natural.
Morriba gave a quiet scoff "You do formalities now, Rebi?"
Rebi smiled in her usual mischievous style "Is it not a courtesy we are blessed with?"
Morriba's eyes narrowed dramatically as her mouth twitched slightly, as if trying to read some invisible text "I doubt I know what that means"
Rebi chuckled "hehe"
"Are you back already?"
"You didn't want me back?"
She puffed her cheeks a little, curled her lips in a pout, and raised her brows in a helpless arc, doing her best impression of a sad infant begging to be scooped up
Morriba didn't even blink. Her face stayed perfectly flat "I'll take that as a yes. And you knew exactly where to find me?"
Rebi gave a brief, cheeky hand flick—short, smooth, unmistakably her "Well...they don't call me Mother To Earth for nothing"
Morriba sighed, almost audible "No one calls you that". She pinched her nose as she sighed to herself, how could she forget, Rebi was closer to the earth than anyone, calling her Mother To Earth might not be unusual.
"But they really do" Rebi's lips pressed into a tiny, worried pout as she blinked gently.
Morriba waved her hand in dismissal "I'm sure they do"
A brief moment of cold silence passed between them.
Before Rebi's eyes softened, edged with concern. She blinked, slower this time, a tiny crease forming between her brows, her voice— grounded.
"The King's father is dead?"
Morriba exhaled softly, her face grew heavy, the shift quiet but unmistakeable.
"Hmm" she nodded
A heavy sigh slipped out of Rebi's chest. With that another wave of silence swept past them, leaving each to her thought.
"At first light the entire kingdom would start its mourning for the dead, till the third day before burial"
Rebi nodded.
It was custom, also, the time given was to accommodate the presence of those from afar. For the death of someone as important as the King's father, every one in duty to the kingdom had to pay their respect. But-
Looking at Morriba, Rebi held a muted frown, nothing sharp— just the look of someone who'd rather be somewhere else
"You summoned"
She did hear the grievous news, but it didn't mean she had to be back to the city so soon, she had just taken a literal step away from the city gates before getting the summon of the High Priestess. It was important to note she was on her way for a 'mission'.
Morriba leaned back slightly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips "A busy High Doyen on 'duty' huh?"
Rebi nodded gently, eyes shut, a quiet hum of approval escaping her. She couldn't agree more
"The duties of a High Doyen don't just lie within Dorom" she said in a shrug
"Hmm... Of course it doesn't" Morriba responded rather dryly
"Am I the only one here though?" She asked looking around
Morriba smiled as she turned to continue her stair climb "And what if you're the only one I summoned?"
Rebi gave a dry chuckle "You must be kidding. Your summons said 'all High Doyens'"
"Did it?"
Rebi's lips curled "Ehn?" What did the High Priestess mean? She was certain of what she knew.
"Rebi, you're not a night creature, work within normal time"
"What do you mean? When else to better be one with nature if not at night?"
"Hmm. Welcome to the halls, be one with them. I'll see you later. Enjoy"
Rebi stood there, mouth slightly agaped lost entirely for words. Seemed she had arrived too soon. But it wasn't her fault she preferred nights for her things— it was the most convenient, the calm, the breeze, and the little 'creepies'. She sighed deeply— it took a lot being her.
Like a jolt— a hot burning lightning— slashing through her mind, not just her, Morriba too as she halted in her steps. She turned to look at Rebi who was staring right back at her. If they felt it, then so did everyone else — the Lines had thinned. Again.
In the open space of the moon blazing sky.
Like a blazing arrow owning to its name, the Azura Sparrow flew in in its swiftness into a certain tower.
It was the mounting watchtower, used by the soldiers in that zone. There were a couple of other towers of its kind in specific spots, but this one held a high amount of significance.
The message the Azura Sparrow came with was taken from hand to hand till it got to his hands— Flrya Kcorr Llno.
The Flrya rank—Command of Commands—a rank only under General. Kcorr Llon, one of the Flryas in the Ruby Battalion, he's rumored to be the fiercest of the Flryas under General Znoh— a rumor not easily verifiable, since there are no easy Flryas under the Great General Znoh, one thing about the sayings remain true though; his unwavering victory in the Black Valley.
What made the Ruby Battalion the top battalion in Izz was not their numbers — of all the battalions they remain the most few, with a ranging difference of 100 thousands at the least between them and the rest.
They were known as the Blood Hailbringers of Death, The Bloody Reapers— only renamed Ruby Battalion by King Omah.
What set the Reapers apart was their sheer strength against numbers, where an army of ten could easily take out an army of hundreds within the same 'Stage'.
With a Scythe at hand, they'd walk past any battlefield leaving a hollow, carving straight way streets into the arms of Sheol.
It is common practice to find a Ruby Soldier overpowering in a 1 vs 10 fight of the same Stage, or at least a few layers apart.
What happens when one can find one who takes on people that are above their Stage— Flrya material.
What if he took out tens of them a Stage above him— Flrya Kcorr Llon. Granting him the title fiercest.
The scars from that battle like many scars remain intertwined with his body, giving him a fierce appearance, a blaring scar across his forehead looking like thorns, the serpent ring scar wrapping around his arms, the tear that missed his eyes. He's said to have an archive of them underneath his clothes.
Taking the message in his hands, he made his way to the chamber that made the tower one of great significance — Great General Znoh's chambers.