dowasure· —
He stares at the structure they called the Crystal Chateau, ready enough to examine the circumstances in which he arrived here. It’s familiar enough for him to identify its purpose – the monuments, the quiet halls, the central plinth and the hushed air. It was a place of worship, as churches and mosques had been once. It was a crutch that humans used to find peace in their existence. It was a crutch they had tried and failed to use the same.
“What do you think… of this ‘Diaidem’?” Perhaps one wasn’t supposed to speak inside – the rules varied from custom to custom, and he had never heard of this place aside from the vague legend. Yet he is aware of customs enough to speak with a slight hush. It is something he has read about, after all.
@rulermaiden
a place of worship, jeanne thinks as she studies the crystal chateau. it isn’t hard to assume such a thing, and the villagers’ behavior in regards to it could only confirm her suspicions.
jeanne’s god isn’t this deity, this diaidem, yet she can’t help but feel drawn to the crystalline statue in the chateau. it doesn’t feel like heresy or betrayal to give her respect to this place’s goddess, so jeanne closes her eyes and says a small prayer in her mind, hoping it’ll reach this diaidem.
the younger, masculine voice reaches her ears as soon as she’s done praying. jeanne’s head follows the voice to its source — a young man, roughly her height, whose looks don’t seem to fit the villagers’ here. jeanne isn’t surprised; she isn’t the only one to have been dragged here by unconventional means, after all.
at the question, she thinks a bit.
“ she isn’t the god i follow, but i respect her. “ jeanne isn’t satisfied with this answer, however, so she adds, in the same low tone the other had used, “ lady diaidem seems to be a good deity. i’m sure that, had it not been for her blessings, humans here wouldn’t be able to thrive for so long. “
