@a-bottomless-curse -- ;
The Shattering had changed the world, but people like Sypha hadn’t been around to see it. Some might consider it an odd thing to see a member of the Church of Vows whom still sported their Lazuli robes that so clearly indicated a member of Raya Lucaria, but it came as something of a comfort... even if the headdresses were utterly ridiculous and something out of a bad drama, Sypha thought. Light of the setting sun warmed the walls of the Church with hues of fire and gold, a breeze tugging through titian locks as Sypha obliviously played a flute, waiting for passersby who might hear of their Word... blasphemous to some it might be.
Noticing a presence further afield, from upon the rocky bluff the sorcerer perched did they wave.
“Hail, traveler! Perhaps you might want to rest for awhile in our Church?”