[Open] And Did the Countenance Divine

[graveling]

Who: Angel and You
What: Properly priesting, or trying to at least
When: July
Where: Yes!
Warning(s): None yet

1. I will not cease from mental fight [Temple Matters]
With Degas on his sabbatical, Angel is taking on the full mantle of Priest of the Mothers. He’s wearing the brown robes of a priest and the green stole with braided knotwork patterns similar to Celtic designs along it, even though doing so makes him feel a little like a child in their father’s shoes.

Still, he’s here if you need guidance or blessing, trying to fill the role.


2. Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand [Milk and Honey]
As he’s trying to fill the role of full-time priest, Angel’s still in his robes as he brings products from Kasprak farm into town. Vegetables and fruits, eggs and goat’s milk. And, of course, honey, in small glass jars all with a wax stamp on top–a bee with a pair of stylized feathered wings.

He’s visiting stores and restaurants, but if you catch him on the carriage Arcadia’s pulling, you might get tossed a ripe tomato or offered a melon. There’s plenty to go around.


3. Till we have built Jerusalem [A Day Off]
Sometimes, it’s all a bit much. Angel occasionally runs away from his duties. Never on days when there are services planned, never when he’s scheduled for something. But when restlessness strikes, Angel’s feet take him to the wild parts of the island. Paradesium, Lockwood Forest near Elsie’s Tree, and even nosing around the cave near Tawny Beach, though it’s been caved in since he and River had their adventure. He isn’t wearing his robes, he hasn’t combed his hair, he might be up a tree or sitting on a rock, and he surely isn’t expecting company.

But still, if you approach, there’s a sheepish little nod and a wave.


4. In England's green and pleasant land [Wildcard]
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[graveling]

"For you? Always."

He steps closer, tilting his head slightly as he notices the shawl. That has Celestine's vibe all over it.

"...You're sure this isn't Temple Business, instead of just social, though?"

[littlefairytale]

Ruby briefly bounces up onto her toes. "I meaaaan— maybe it's a bit of both, heh. I did finally actually come and talk to one of the Goddesses. Or talk— at? I guess? Talk is the important word."

[graveling]

"I bet I can guess which goddess." Angel begins walking around her, getting a better full look at the shawl and completely unaware of how this may come off like prowling.

[littlefairytale]

In fairness, Ruby's hardly any more aware. She does twist her head to follow the motion loosely, though.

"If your guess is Celestine you'd be right? I don't... I don't remember exactly how I picked. I was— I was kind of in a state." She followed what can only be described as the vibe whilst highly emotional.

[graveling]

Angel laughs quietly, a distant rumble of thunder.

"Oh, the picking took place long before you talked to her. It's a connection they form with us that allows them to grant us boons. It's a resonance. Somehow, your very being is attuned to Celestine. Which is good. You're not Mortanne's, not anchored to your grief and the death that's surrounded you. Your core is in line with the artist, the maker, the dreamer, the one who looks at the night sky and sees possibility."

[littlefairytale]

"Oh." There's a surprising amount of emotion, that can be hidden behind a single 'oh'—especially for a sound that's barely elevated above a breath to a word at all. The only part of me that feels the way it always did is the grief, she'd said. But... "That's— that's sort of what I talked about. How I miss— miss being able to enjoy those things the way I used to."

[graveling]

"Surprise, Ruby. The goddess of those things is going to pick you up by the scruff of your neck and remind you of those passions."

Is he joking? Hard to tell.

[littlefairytale]

Ruby touches the back of her neck, then her hood, and says: "Using my hood would probably be more comfortable..."

Is she joking? No she says this completely earnestly.

"...I hope it works. She told me to talk to Sally. And gave me the feeling of a hug that IIII can neither confirm nor deny made me cry like a baby." You have absolutely no idea how much this girl needs mom hugs. Or, well. You do. Celestine definitely did. She's wearing the evidence.

[graveling]

"If I could cry, I'd have done so the first time I talked to Mortanne." He probably could have, at the time, seeing as it was in a dream. But he didn't try.

[littlefairytale]

Ruby gives an understanding nod, then, quietly, "What was that first time like?"

[graveling]

"Nice. Peaceful. I was in her carriage in a dream. She likes horses and carriages and travel a lot, Rubes. Like, they're as much hers as like, necromancers." Remembering Mortanne, his eyes warm.

[littlefairytale]

"That does sound peaceful." Not that she's exactly spent time in a horse-drawn carriage, but she imagines it to be. "They're all a lot of things, aren't they? Not... just one thing. Creation or destruction or— anything."

Examples of single domains not chosen randomly.

[graveling]

"Yeah, they are. And it's pretty awesome to know them for all their facets, instead of just one. Kora is Summer and the Sea and Rebellion and also getting shitfaced and passing out on the beach and seashells and the act of seeking treasure..."

[littlefairytale]

"I feel like she might like my sister, if she was here." Though most of her hopes she won't get to find out, the implications of any of her team turning up here would be... worrying. But Yang would probably be Kora's. "Not that she's a big sea person but... some of the other stuff."