[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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Comments

[graveling]

"She's the only Virtue who began as an animal. An alleycat, specifically. A stray. All the rest were--well, not human, but people, at least. Maarah, Virtue of Justice, was an elf, for example."

[misbegottendreamer]

“When you say an alleycat… you mean a true cat, not a Khajiit?”

[graveling]

An awkward pause not punctuated by blinking because Angel doesn't do that.

"What's a Khajiit?"

[misbegottendreamer]

"They are one of the peoples of Tamriel. They are catlike in shape... or, shapes, rather. They range in form from housecats, to lions, to lynx-like bipeds as small as Bosmer, to tiger-like bipeds taller than any Altmer. The ones who are in the shape of housecats are not actually housecats, and in fact, many Khajiit keep pet cats. I admit, as an outsider to their culture, it is... confusing."

[graveling]

"Okay, given all that...I don't think Khajiit are native to this world, so no, she wasn't. Also, they sound kind of awesome."

[misbegottendreamer]

"They are generally quite quick, and quite cunning, and... my people have not treated them well. We have many sins to atone for."

[graveling]

Angel does not say 'oh, like white Americans', but he thinks it very loudly.

"It can be hard to carry the weight of ancestral sins. It's a lot to handle and hold onto."

[misbegottendreamer]

“Yes. But, ah, we are getting away from the topic at hand. I would hear more about Virtues, if you would tell me.”