@divinityrisen said: confession cleans the soul. ( from marika )
" What does it mean, actually." mumbles Rya, still facing the decorated statue that warded the area. Words spoken with an innocent curiosity, than anything indented of ill-will.
The voice was a stranger; assuming to be accompanied by a pilgrim, a servant, perhaps another noble visiting the sacred spot, like Rya had earlier witnessed. Such rituals were absent in her life, as the goddess' presence lingered in mere name and necessary customs of her home.
Part of her is still captivated by the immortalized iconography and statues new and old, unchanged over the centuries. Unchanged those features manifest, as her gaze eventually averts towards the voice. Only the few were rumored to have the slightest chance of a direct audience. Some may have lived centuries in complete devotion, in doubt if their prayers were heard. Yet, to the serpent's fascination, they pray, maintaining hope. Someone alike to Rya, ( from a house of descending lineage, born against and severed from all current natural orders ) was THE LAST such an honor should ever grace.
The unexpected blessing freezes the noble woman on the spot. Not in awe, or in reverence: in uneasiness and insecurity, being alone before wrath so imminent and distant. And realization of the words spoken were by a divine mouth, those words weight heavy over her heart, that knows she deceits who ever gazes upon her. Only by cover, the golden haired maiden is like anyone else: a humble subject, who had come to see the sacred monument.
Serpent in the garden, is to be veiled by flowers, else repelled.
Her head lowers, as she always was taught before anyone above her rank. Is it still respect, or shame, is it covering in idea of a threat if the goddess saw through her. ( Any divine, just as well might! ) The very fear that is set in the mere presence, even when no accusations have been voiced?
Was this sense of dread, of feeling so small before someone who is believed to see through all and everything, to have power to decide of someone's mere existence, is this the very feeling of sin many spoke of ? Nothing she felt before facing the very divine power, the face of the laws of the land and nature.
"...the weight of ones sins to be lifted?"
















