#siaren

She breathes deep, the lightly floral scent of incense soaking into her hair. Part of her clears her mind, while another part drops easily into the abyss, settling just above her inner web. She likes to offer her morning prayers at the depth of her Jewel, letting opalescent light shimmer over her hair, face, and folded hands. All the curtains in her room are drawn, so she herself is the only light: Priestess, counselor, beloved of the Darkness.