Temple Meditations

It had been a season or so since her last visit here, and the hairs she’d left to mark the way had long since faded and gone dark. She took her time on the way up, traveling by memory and letting Ayodele pluck and wind strands of glowing white hairs on crags of rock. They’d fade in a few days, leaving the passage dark again.

After several hours of climbing, letting herself adjust to the altitude as she went, she came to the place where the tunnel should open out onto the courtyard of the old temple. Snow blocked the way and after another few hours of digging, she breathed in the frigid, thin air as she stepped out into the mountain top courtyard, letting the breath out in a sighing plume as she padded across to the temple, digging again until the doorway was cleared.

The creak of the hinges echoed into the darkness beyond, and as she stepped into the temple, letting her eyes adjust as her coat lit the way. The fountain still ran, and she wondered at that ability. As she gazed down into the fountain pool, she noted the rime of ice around the edges, humming in thought as she used a paw to break the ice and drink.

She settled and breathed in, letting it out in a sigh as she let her mind wander. This place was peaceful, and she enjoyed it here, meditating on the future as her paws crossed neatly in front of her on the stone floor. Ayodele and Loshir slipped away to keep watch and explore a bit, leaving the Spirit seemingly alone with her thoughts.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think