👀 She'd heard some talk about the goddess tower, so Larcei took a break from the festivities to pay a visit. "Oh, hello... Archbishop." She still wasn't sure on the proper way to greet her. "Hope I'm not interrupting you... nice view, isn't it?"
It was selfish of her to be here on tonight of all nights. Any other evening and visiting the tower would be just another part of her routine walk through the monastery grounds but on the night of the ball, on this holiday, it belonged to the many children here.
She had wondered once how the tower’s legend had first sprung up and if it were strictly pious of her to let it continue. Eventually, Rhea had decided that the hope it seemed to bestow on each generation outweighed any of the theological ramifications of a wish granting building and privately she felt the wonder people attributed to it was quite dear.
Now as she looked up at a sky dark even for the time of year she desperately prayed for that wonder to visit her too. It was always on anniversaries such as this that she yearned for guidance the most. What she came across instead or who came across her was a young student from Jugdral. She shook her head at the mention of an interruption. “Not at all. Larcei, yes? I am relieved you found me as it seems I have spent more time here than I had anticipated.”
She stepped back from the parapet and turned fully to greet her visitor, gesturing for her to feel free to take up the spot she had just been in.
“It is a grand view of both the mountains and the grounds themselves. Please, take your time here. I am certain you will not be as foolish as I was and lose track of it.”