TS: Month of Optia in the Season of Summer, Era XIV
Silence. Was this how it was supposed to be? Perhaps. Stone aged slowly, and so too did the small bronzed skin Monk as he rested in Lotus position upon an enormous slab of timeless gray marble that overlooked an empty gray marble courtyard. The Rasha'Shing sang all around him, announcing the presence of a stranger, but not someone wholly unwelcome. Life would be foolish to reject death, even if it came in the form of living. Even here, among the hush of the gray marble, life existed. Tendrils of jasmine climbed stoic pillars that dominated each corner, which in turn held twin pergolas aloft on each end of the fairly large space. It wove its green carpet up and over the carved stone archways, softening the quiet simple kemite lines of architecture.
The monk wore nothing but a pair of simple loose pants and a soft passive expression. His feet and chest were bare to the blistering summer suns. His slab, the little kingdom of gray he quietly lorded over, had room for another to settle opposite of him if they so desired. If one drew close enough, they could well see the Sunn Monk tattoos of rank that rank up and down his forearms, mimicing the swirling patterns of The Rasha'Shing. He was... one of the most skilled there, and if one knew how to read his inkings, he was also an advisor, spiritual leader, and a priest of The Rasha'Shing.
There could be no other. This had to be Kimsan.