At the Lathander Chapel

[Atel]

((to officially show an IC actions Atel was having whilst there was no DMs online who which to have the conversation with through the NPC))
_Atel arrived on horseback to the Lathander chapel just as the sun was beginning to dip towards horizon. She stopped momentarily before dismounting, staring out at the reds and oranges cast over the Rawlinswood, outlining the wizard’s tower off in the distance. It seemed appropriate, somehow, that she would arrive at the Morninglord’s chapel as the sun was setting. Dismounting her faithful pony, Atel gave Sun Streak an affectionate pat and peck on the snout to assure her that she would be right back. Though it may have been to give herself courage for what she was about to do. Sunny bobbed her head once at Atel, as if encouraging her to go through with it.

She could remember the conversation that she had with the Ginger Hin in the Fugue plane, she could remember how she felt when she sat there with no one to collect her soul for the afterlife. It wasn’t as though Lathander was a bad deity, hardly, he was doing a marvellous work in the lands. However it was a work that was quickly leaving Atel behind. A work that while good, was not for her any longer. Atel thought it was high time she take control of her own destiny, wherever that ends up leading, and move on.

Walking into the chapel she was graced with the faint scent of rose incense, and smooth stone walls, lit by torches and flooded with light from the setting sun on stained glass. Preist Janick was speaking with another parishioner in the corner of the chapel, a human, which was fine with Atel. If she didn’t have to actually explain herself in what she was doing than actually doing it, may be easier. She stayed to the worn carpet making almost no noise as she approached the altar, and took the still cracked pendant of Lathander from around her neck. She held it in her hands for a moment, thankful for the fresh start that the Morninglord offered after she had been all but abandoned by Sune. She ran her fingers over the engraved picture of the rising sun, as well as the crack in the brass that ran diagonally through the border of the pendant.

Taking a deep breath, Atel placed the pendant on the offer, and looked up at the statue of Lathander, just for a moment, before turning and walking out. She caught Preist Janick’s eyes on her way out, he was still helping another. But they stared that brief, if knowing glance. He knew Atel hadn’t been to morning reverie in a long time, he knew the crisis that she was having in her life. Even just that small nod, was enough for Atel, and she returned it, before leaving the chapel, and riding north, to the Halfling camp._