#notadunmer

[hlenil-blog]

notadunmer said: "Perhaps not?" she replied, uncertain. She held out a hand and smiled. "My name is Anathema."

There might have been a pause before Hlenil took her hand, or it might have been nothing more than a moment to free his own arms from his robes. Either way, his shake was firm and warm, a lot moreso than his thin fingers suggested.

'And mine is Hlenil. What brings you here, Mistress Anathema? If you were interested in my... cornerclub, you're quite welcome, although it's rather early for most of my clientèle.'

[lionofmara]

notadunmer replied to your post: Anathema entered the Temple of Mara, eyes wide with wonder. She pushed her hood from off her head and remained quiet, not wishing to bother anyone in the temple. The womer did, however, make her way closer to the front, eyes trained on the Shrine of Mara.

"Oh, hello, sera," she said, feeling embarrassed for disturbing the priest. "No, I… I was merely curious. I have heard little of lady Mara, but She has always intrigued me."

The 'mer kept his smile, if not let it spread a bit wider. He enjoyed the opportunity to pass on the words of Mara to curious new ears, and he stood once he had marked his page in the tome he had sitting on his lap.

"Mara is our lifeblood, Sister." He started, moving to stand beside the womer. "She controls the sphere of love, mercy, benevolence, and compassion. It is quite literally these things that we are born of, but are taught to see as weakness. She attempts to teach us unconditional love, shows us mercy when even we do not deserve it.

"Would you like me to continue?" He offered it with a soft smile, knowing that even though one is curious does not always mean they are in the mood for a lecture. A sad reality, but one that he had come across none-the-less

[lionofmara]

Anathema entered the Temple of Mara, eyes wide with wonder. She pushed her hood from off her head and remained quiet, not wishing to bother anyone in the temple. The womer did, however, make her way closer to the front, eyes trained on the Shrine of Mara.

The Altmer was seated in the front-most pew, a tome resting in his lap that his eyes were turned to, though if he was actually reading it, one couldnt tell behind his hood.

He looked up as footsteps came near, but did not continue past him as had it been one of the priests. He gave the womer a smile and a greeting, as with a quick glance he noticed he was the only one around at the moment; “Good day, Sister, and welcome to the Temple of Mara. Might you need any guidance through prayer. or perhaps here merely for a blessing?”

[boarchasers]

Anathema had been looking skyward when she clipped shoulders with the Nord. "Oh, I'm sorry, ser," she said, glancing downward. Once she realized it was a Nord she had run into, she instinctively flinched, awaiting his barrage of angry slurs.

'Hm?'

If it was possible to look at somebody without seeing them, Haaki was doing that now. He smiled at a point over Anathema’s shoulder rather than the mer herself, her fear going unnoticed, and shrugged.

'It's nothing. Well met, m— sera.'

[hlenil-blog]

The womer smiled as she passed the Dunmer, bowing her head and greeting him. "Evening, muthsera."

Hlenil watched her for a moment. The womer was vaguely familiar, as were most of the mer in Windhelm, but after a quick study he still wasn’t able to put a name to her face and simply returned her nod.

'A good evening, I hope, sera. I don't believe I've had the pleasure?'