[Temple Of Torek] Sujay seeks Torek's blessing [private Goss please]

[Sujay Rakyocha]

Timestamp:1st brightening Month of Cryxatum, Season of Spring Era XV Post Fractum.

Sujay walked slowly towards the main temple complex, showing his respect to the magnificent Temple and the God that it represented. As he walked he looked about himself with awe, as he always did when he came here, at the wonderful Temple and grounds. The grounds were immaculate and the reflecting pool was indeed the crown of the landscape. The Temple itself was beautiful with the colors of cream and red blending in perfect harmony.

As he walked along and started into the Temple itself Sujay's thoughts returned to the reason he had come here. Being seventeen years old, and having just completed his mandatory service time with the Vemillion Guard, the youth was coming to the Temple to recieve Torek's blessing in becoming a Dauri'Torek. It was a choice that had been made long ago by his mother, Lady Shiara Rakyocha and his father, Yosay Rakyocha, yet despite the fact that the decision had been their's and not his own, Sujay was well pleased with that decision. House Rakyocha was part of the Dragon Clan after all and with such a history of military service he could not have been more pleased with the choice. Granted, the Dauri'Torek renounced all ties other than their own, but the honor and prestige would still belong to his House.

Bringing his thoughts back to the present Sujay looked around and allowed himself another moment to marvel at the beauty and sereneness of the Temple. After one such moment of contemplation Sujay saw a Yutat and walked forward, giving a small, respectful bow and then said softly, "Pardon me, Servant of Torek, but if possible I would speak with Father Walt. Could you please send him a message letting him know that Sujay Rakyocha desires to speak with him at his earliest convienence?"

Sujay fell silent awaiting the Yutat's response. He had seen Father Walt many times while growing up, but had never had reason to speak with him personally until now.

[Gossamer]

The Yutat looked up, his shaven dark kemite head reflecting the candlelight glimmering off the multitude of gilded walls the temple reflected. He smiled softly but shook his head. "He doesn't operate like that. Not like our last one. He's taking tea by the fire in the third room down the hall. Tea is open here, welcoming everyone. Just go down the hall, the door is green with a gilded crane on it. It should be unlocked, just walk in and take a seat. I think hes got a spiced orange tea brewing today. It's one of my favorites. I took tea with him last night, so I was leaving him to his own devices today. I know he's got no other visitors yet today, besides you, so the interuption will be none at all but rather welcome." The young boy said, gesturing politely down the hall to the indicated door.

It truly was a few steps away, perhaps less than twenty feet, and the door indeed was not only open, but wide open. A fire crackled in a large kemite style hearth across the room. A short table sat before it, no taller than a foot off the floor. A blond man, surprisingly young and vagaran looking, sat drinking tea dressed in the robes of a high priest of Torek. He smiled when the door was pushed further open, and gestured to a cushion across from him.

"I'm Walt. Please, would you like to sit for tea?" He pushed aside a book of poetry he was reading.... no writing... and smiled a welcoming smile.