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Soon Emery made his way up the mountain that sat above the town, once he saw the mountain he realized where he was. After all every now and then he would send his priestess down from the temple to see the town he was watching from the skies. Though sometimes it was really out of the want to see the town than the people, now getting to see it with his own eyes, the priestess’s eyes did not do it justice. Especially the eyes of this new priestess. It made him wonder now little justice her eyes gave his temple, it was enough to make him waste the twenty minutes of his only day in town to look at it.

Upon seeing the white walls of the temple it was quite clear that she gave the sight of the temple a great injustice, through her eyes it wasn’t nearly as beautiful. Though what could he really expect, this was the place she could never leave without his request, her very own white marble cell. Of course she would not do it justice, after all he would be unable to do his cave justice if asked, it was boring to him after all these years. 

His eyes scanned over the white walls and the golden twin dragons breathing fire on the top of each side. Ignoring the people who walked past him going into the temple, even though some of them were staring at the stranger fixated with the white walls. This was all for him? It hardly fit, he was black not golden. Was the first dragon golden? Over years of the deal little things like color were forgotten, he was unaware that gold was meant to mean something more to the humans. To him it was just ore gold, silver, and crystal all grew in his cave, and gold was just a rock to him.

Emery moved on from the golden dragons to the gate, running his fingers softly along the vines craved into the gate. Other than the fact that he wasn’t golden, he could find nothing that he disliked about the temple, so far. His thoughts were interrupted by the blonde coming to him and welcoming him to the temple, the youngling wasn’t his priestess, she was just a child even for the humans. He almost brushed her off as a waste of his time, until she introduced herself as a sister.

Lailaa as she named herself was so young though, it was the reason he didn’t even thinking of taking her. When she asked about the festival, he titled his head and little before smiling softly at her. [b]“Yes, I’ve heard your festival beautiful, this is the first year I’ll get to see it myself, sister.”[/b] He answered Lailaa brightly, though in truth he forgot about the festival with all the other things he had running through his mind. Every year they held this festival, he was able to see it through the priestess’s eyes, but the last few years he didn’t watch it. It was the last few years being by himself, the thought had made him uninterested in watching.

Hearing the singing and the smell of herbs, he looked past Lailaa to the circle of people around Ella who was singing though because of the crowd he couldn’t actually see her from here, just hear her singing. Lailaa said that the cleansing was almost over and then Ella would be talking to the people and taking confessions and messages, and to ask her or Margret any questions if he couldn’t talk to Ella.

Emery nodded to her with a smirk bowing his head to her a bit before moving past her towards the circle of people. If he wanted to ask her a question bad enough he would be able to anyway. Looking though the people around him, it was interesting how they were all calm, as if they didn’t know that soon one of them would be left here tonight for him? Moving through the crowd he got to where he could see Ella dancing around singing in her uniform, even she was more beautiful than he had believed. Emery quickly pushed those thoughts from his mind, surely he could find someone else than his priestess to take.