12-29-2006, 02:27 PM
Dalin smiled. He stood and watched Saphire float along the flowers, dropping water like the Goddess Neptune. A sprinkle in one direction, turn, stipple an adjacent box filled with Perrenia Tulips. She seemed to dance without hesitation.
A Hermit had inquired about how she entered the Chapel's vestibule, which the doors should be locked until morning sermon, and why no one shoo's her back outside. The Lady avoided him. The Perishoners that cleaned the pews avoided him. The Clergy, skulked within their rooms, avoided him like the flu. And when the Hermit had asked Dalin, the Prayerer smiled.
"The locks are as old as the doors, the doors as old as their frames, the frames older than the mortar keeping the bricks from falling; they simply unlock themselves." He had replied. "I'll see a locksmith to tighten their springs."
But Dalin still unlocked them by hand. Every morning water would fill his Aquifer and rouse him from slumber two full bells before anyone else, typically before sunlight cusped the stained glass windows, gathered his keys from his desk drawer and snuck from his quarters, which was closest to the Vestibule. He unlocked the main doors. He made sure the water canteen was filled for Saphire's benefit, so she might not wander any further.
The Prayerer still watched her. "I'm glad you like it Saphire. Maybe I could show you the Aquifer Garden I built upstairs in the rafters, all the seedlings here came from it. But you should scoot before Hermit Arnold dsicovers your furry tail." He ushered her towards the doors. "I'll keep you company if need be."
A Hermit had inquired about how she entered the Chapel's vestibule, which the doors should be locked until morning sermon, and why no one shoo's her back outside. The Lady avoided him. The Perishoners that cleaned the pews avoided him. The Clergy, skulked within their rooms, avoided him like the flu. And when the Hermit had asked Dalin, the Prayerer smiled.
"The locks are as old as the doors, the doors as old as their frames, the frames older than the mortar keeping the bricks from falling; they simply unlock themselves." He had replied. "I'll see a locksmith to tighten their springs."
But Dalin still unlocked them by hand. Every morning water would fill his Aquifer and rouse him from slumber two full bells before anyone else, typically before sunlight cusped the stained glass windows, gathered his keys from his desk drawer and snuck from his quarters, which was closest to the Vestibule. He unlocked the main doors. He made sure the water canteen was filled for Saphire's benefit, so she might not wander any further.
The Prayerer still watched her. "I'm glad you like it Saphire. Maybe I could show you the Aquifer Garden I built upstairs in the rafters, all the seedlings here came from it. But you should scoot before Hermit Arnold dsicovers your furry tail." He ushered her towards the doors. "I'll keep you company if need be."