A New and Brighter Birth (OPEN)

Abasi

Grace is just weakness

"I am more than used to boredom." Abasi almost snapped, his voice only just caught back into pleasantness through sheer power of will. He had spent many hours back home sat in temples meditating, and as much as he wanted to tell everyone he had spent every moment in rigorous prayer, connected in peace to divine beings...he had sometimes counted the cracks in the walls.

Like everyone else, she seemed to have some horrific memories of this time. Abasi was surprised to hear she was a leader (he assumed that was what a Dean was) of a college at her age; he had hardly begun his training as a teenager. "A midwife...do you tell the fortunes of the babies born here?" He would love to have someone give him some star-brought wisdom; preferably from someone more qualified, but here a midwife might have to do.

Before he could introduce himself, a second person appeared. He tried not to let his distaste for this show, but it was hard to force himself to smile again; instead he kept his mouth a neutral line. "Hello. I am Abasi--" He nodded to both Oliver and Phoebe. "--And no, nothing important. Just...trying to pass the time. I was..." He looked behind his shoulder at the altar, unsure if it was wise to mention it. "Wondering if anyone prayed, during this darkness."

Or so I've been told