Dazed and Confused

ALISTAIR Alistair had frozen in the presence of such otherworldly grace and beauty. His lips would move but words did not follow...rather embarrassing really considering this was what equated to a first impression with an actual superior entity. Having no ability to form words, the young man knelt down on one knee before Safrin, bowing his head to her. "There's an intimacy in knowing something was created for you. Not purchased or found, but created with nothing but an idea to please you, and two hands. Gracious Divinity, beauty beyond measure and mortal words...I ask but your name...and of one other question, if I may." Alistair turned his dark, soft eyes upward looking to the owl figure he had carved and to goddess before him. "The barrier, The spire...what is their purpose? Is it meant to protect or contain?"