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Abasi

Grace is just weakness

Abasi wasn't sure what to make of Loren's comment (Heka was simply the beginning of all, anything, so it went without saying he was in this place) but it seemed the man had good intentions, so he bit back any of the retorts that came to mind. At least Loren provided him with a good question to move onto, one he could answer in his sleep.

"Well, the creation of the world was very complex and involved many of our Gods - each temple will tell you a different version. That does not mean they are wrong...the nature of the Gods is that humans must never know the whole truth. But usually, they speak of a chaotic time where the world was nothing but water." When he had spoken of this in his temple, he had had a basin before him, where he would move the water to the mood of the story, inject inks and flowers to represent parts; for now he just used his hands. "Heka had an idea of how the world would be, and the Gods which resided in the water-world helped him to realise the physical manifestation of that world. Ra, the sun. Geb, the land. Each with their place. For a while we lived peacefully, Ra ruling over us."

With all this talk of the other Gods, Abasi merely nodded at Loren's praise of Osiris - scared that speaking their names could bring them here and they would see him showing such preference.

He smiled approvingly at Loren donning a golden bracelet like his own; back home he would have been offended to see someone of a lower position mimicking his jewellery, but now it only reminded him of the place he missed. "That is an improvement. Do you not feel better, when you have adorned yourself? More confident? As for the kohl..." Abasi pointed to his own eye, then remembered he had not applied any in many weeks. "Ah..it is a powder made from grinding minerals. Black. It can be worn on the eyelids and drawn into shapes." He traced a line going from the corner of his eye to his temple.

The news on Longnight did not so much frighten Abasi as make him feel incredibly tired. Did this place never rest, or was constant and intense misery just the new norm? "I see. I suppose I shall join you in the temple you speak of, since I do not know where else to go - or indeed, who else to follow."

Or so I've been told