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“Maybe we shouldn't. You want your sanctuary to be very different to what I would be comfortable with, and maybe it would just be best for the two of us to do our own thing.” Logan shrugged. “Anubis said working together is just one possibility for me, so I guess I should talk to him about what the others would be, before making a definite choice.”
Aisling nodded. “If that's what you think would be best for you then I'm not going to try to convince you otherwise.” She sighed, wondering exactly what it was that had made Logan choose the path he was walking down. “The offer to work together is always open.”
“Thank you. The door behind you is your bedroom. Your luggage should already be in the room, so I'll leave you to unpack. A servant will let you know when you're needed for the solstice celebrations, and the room you'll need is in the middle of the Residence. Use any one of the three doors.”
Without stopping to let Aisling reply Logan turned and walked away. As she watched him go she found herself thinking about the Tein-Igni. She couldn't work out if the belief that each of the deities favoured one of the three races had come from the Tein-Igni or whether it was something that the Tein-Igni had picked up from the Uisdro and the Dorma. It was another thing that she didn't know thanks to the destruction of all the books on Thearan history, which annoyed her.
The Residence had changed everything and Aisling had only been there a short time. Logan had definitely been adversely affected by being at the Residence, or possibly the other Highs, and she wasn't sure if he would ever step back onto the path that she, and Persephone, had expected him to be on. Trey, on the other hand, had become the person no one had quite believed he could be, apart from Bast. Breathing deeply, she opened the door to her new bedroom.
At the training temple the bedrooms had been small and only held two items of furniture. One was a single bed. The other was a small chest of drawers with a bookcase attached. It had always been more than enough for Aisling because she'd never really had much. A few books on the deities, a notebook for her classes, and the robes she'd been given every year by the clothes mistress were her belongings for the first few years. When she'd made friends with the other true priestesses in her class she had begun gathering small gifts from them, and giving them, in reply, but they hadn't taken up much space.
Aisling's new bedroom was too big for her. There was a bed, which was much bigger than her old bed, two chests of drawers, a tall bookcase in the corner of the room, and a wardrobe. Her luggage, one small bag that she'd been given by her mother when she graduated, sat on the bed, and she knew there was no chance that the items in it would fill even one of the chests of drawers. Sighing, she pushed away her homesickness, because she wanted to be at the training temple, in her old room, with her old friends, getting ready to take part in the winter solstice ceremony that she loved more than anything.
Unpacking seemed pointless, but Aisling felt like she should at least pretend that she was going to spend her full tenure at the Residence. She didn't want to draw attention to herself by being different to all the other Highs. Part of her wanted to run away, because she didn't want to be at the Residence, and with every moment she spent there she could feel the building, maybe, or the people, trying to suck away her personality, so she became just another High, rather than the true High Priestess of Persephone. Biting hard on her lip she took one of the books she had kept out of her bag and looked at the picture of Persephone that was drawn inside.
It was easy to understand why people believed that each of the deities favoured a race, because the picture showed Persephone in her Uisdro form. When Aisling turned the page there was a picture of Anubis in his Tein-Igni form. People took their expectations from those pictures and all the Highs who had come before. In three hundred years there had never been a Tein-Igni High Priest of Epona or a Dorma High Priestess of Herne, because that wasn't what was expected, and she wished she knew where the expectations came from. She couldn't help thinking they had been created for a reason.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, there was a knock on the door. Aisling ran her hand down her robe, which was one of the final sets she had been given by the clothing mistress at the training temple, and went to open the door, even though she didn't know what to expect when she went to the Residence winter solstice celebrations. An Uisdro woman stood outside the door, smiling, who bowed when Aisling opened the door.
“It is very nice to meet you, High Priestess Aisling,” the woman said, making Aisling feel a little less like she wanted to go straight back to the training temple. “I am Fíona and I have been designated as your personal servant for the full time you are at the Residence.”
“Thank you, Fíona,” Aisling replied, even though she wasn't quite sure how she felt about having a personal servant. “It's nice to meet you too.”
“The winter solstice celebrations will be beginning soon, so now would be a good time to leave. Do you know where you need to go, High Priestess?”
“Logan said it was the middle room and that I could enter through any three of the doors.”
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“Maybe we shouldn't. You want your sanctuary to be very different to what I would be comfortable with, and maybe it would just be best for the two of us to do our own thing.” Logan shrugged. “Anubis said working together is just one possibility for me, so I guess I should talk to him about what the others would be, before making a definite choice.”
Aisling nodded. “If that's what you think would be best for you then I'm not going to try to convince you otherwise.” She sighed, wondering exactly what it was that had made Logan choose the path he was walking down. “The offer to work together is always open.”
“Thank you. The door behind you is your bedroom. Your luggage should already be in the room, so I'll leave you to unpack. A servant will let you know when you're needed for the solstice celebrations, and the room you'll need is in the middle of the Residence. Use any one of the three doors.”
Without stopping to let Aisling reply Logan turned and walked away. As she watched him go she found herself thinking about the Tein-Igni. She couldn't work out if the belief that each of the deities favoured one of the three races had come from the Tein-Igni or whether it was something that the Tein-Igni had picked up from the Uisdro and the Dorma. It was another thing that she didn't know thanks to the destruction of all the books on Thearan history, which annoyed her.
The Residence had changed everything and Aisling had only been there a short time. Logan had definitely been adversely affected by being at the Residence, or possibly the other Highs, and she wasn't sure if he would ever step back onto the path that she, and Persephone, had expected him to be on. Trey, on the other hand, had become the person no one had quite believed he could be, apart from Bast. Breathing deeply, she opened the door to her new bedroom.
At the training temple the bedrooms had been small and only held two items of furniture. One was a single bed. The other was a small chest of drawers with a bookcase attached. It had always been more than enough for Aisling because she'd never really had much. A few books on the deities, a notebook for her classes, and the robes she'd been given every year by the clothes mistress were her belongings for the first few years. When she'd made friends with the other true priestesses in her class she had begun gathering small gifts from them, and giving them, in reply, but they hadn't taken up much space.
Aisling's new bedroom was too big for her. There was a bed, which was much bigger than her old bed, two chests of drawers, a tall bookcase in the corner of the room, and a wardrobe. Her luggage, one small bag that she'd been given by her mother when she graduated, sat on the bed, and she knew there was no chance that the items in it would fill even one of the chests of drawers. Sighing, she pushed away her homesickness, because she wanted to be at the training temple, in her old room, with her old friends, getting ready to take part in the winter solstice ceremony that she loved more than anything.
Unpacking seemed pointless, but Aisling felt like she should at least pretend that she was going to spend her full tenure at the Residence. She didn't want to draw attention to herself by being different to all the other Highs. Part of her wanted to run away, because she didn't want to be at the Residence, and with every moment she spent there she could feel the building, maybe, or the people, trying to suck away her personality, so she became just another High, rather than the true High Priestess of Persephone. Biting hard on her lip she took one of the books she had kept out of her bag and looked at the picture of Persephone that was drawn inside.
It was easy to understand why people believed that each of the deities favoured a race, because the picture showed Persephone in her Uisdro form. When Aisling turned the page there was a picture of Anubis in his Tein-Igni form. People took their expectations from those pictures and all the Highs who had come before. In three hundred years there had never been a Tein-Igni High Priest of Epona or a Dorma High Priestess of Herne, because that wasn't what was expected, and she wished she knew where the expectations came from. She couldn't help thinking they had been created for a reason.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, there was a knock on the door. Aisling ran her hand down her robe, which was one of the final sets she had been given by the clothing mistress at the training temple, and went to open the door, even though she didn't know what to expect when she went to the Residence winter solstice celebrations. An Uisdro woman stood outside the door, smiling, who bowed when Aisling opened the door.
“It is very nice to meet you, High Priestess Aisling,” the woman said, making Aisling feel a little less like she wanted to go straight back to the training temple. “I am Fíona and I have been designated as your personal servant for the full time you are at the Residence.”
“Thank you, Fíona,” Aisling replied, even though she wasn't quite sure how she felt about having a personal servant. “It's nice to meet you too.”
“The winter solstice celebrations will be beginning soon, so now would be a good time to leave. Do you know where you need to go, High Priestess?”
“Logan said it was the middle room and that I could enter through any three of the doors.”
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Date: 2011-12-31 03:03 am (UTC)Run-on sentence. I suggest:
"Part of her wanted to run away, because she didn't want to be at the Residence. With every moment she spent there she could feel the building, or maybe the people, trying to suck away her personality. Then she would become just another High, rather than the true High Priestess of Persephone."