Beginings
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The young honey blonde priestess walked through the town quietly as the sun set. Familiar yet unfamiliar; hostile yet hospitable. She had thus far found Norwick to be a town of such dichotomies. Either she felt she recognised someone or something or she was at a total loss as to anything at all she encountered.
As soon as she had noticed the sun dipping down to be sheathed in the forest canopy she moved assurdley toward the south gates and out of the town. Once beyond the gate she felt the desire to move further out.. away from the glowing torches of civilization and the questionable intentions she perceived in Jandors personal gaurd.
Traveling westward she soon left behind all sights and sounds of the city and with a sigh of relief turned to the east and kneeled. Hands claped together in front of her she waited for Selune to rise into the night sky. Soon Toril's brilliant moon cleared the hills to the east and the woman closed her eyes and tilted her head back ever so slightly to allow the glow to bathe her face in it's glow. Softly, almost inaudible, she began to sing as the moon light illuminates her; it's glow cascading off her spilling around her as if like water in a pool. After sevearl minutes she opens her eyes to stare for long moments at Selune before she walks back to Norwick alone the glow still illuminating about her.
