[h2][colour=#C21E56] Evelyn Marrion [/colour][/h2]
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[colour=#C21E56] Location [/colour] Temple of Seluna.
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The whispers of heartfelt prayers floated through the sanctum of Seluna's temple, their gentle echoes dancing against the cool, ancient stone walls. The fragrant tendrils of burning incense enveloped Evelyn, wrapping her in a soothing embrace that stilled the chaos of her mind. This sacred space, with its serene ambience and hallowed atmosphere, offered her a rare solace a chance to reconnect with herself, stripped of her burdens. 

Evelyn moved quietly over the polished stone flooring, each step deliberate, as if trying not to disturb the fragile tranquillity that cloaked the other worshippers. Just the day before, she'd wandered through the bustling marketplace, her hands deftly selecting delicate lace for an ornamental trim on a corset dress, a request from a discerning client. But her peaceful foray had been shattered by the frantic shouts of an Aurelian noble—a foolish, trembling fool bellowing in panic about an attack. It felt so unbecoming of a noble, yet when his companion arrived to cease his screaming, he was a statue of poise and authority, embodied the regal demeanour expected of their kind. The moment their cries had pierced the air, a chill ran down her spine, prompting her to flee homeward and lock her door tightly behind her.

Settled on a cold wooden bench facing the serene pool at the temple's heart, Evelyn clasped her hands in silent supplication. The bench’s chill permeated her dress, a stark reminder of the world outside, but she welcomed it as part of her prayer. [colour=#C21E56]"Holy mother of the moon, I give you thanks for today; bless the souls who come to you seeking solace and guidance."[/colour] With closed eyes, she pressed a gentle kiss to her hands, her gesture both intimate and reverent, before raising her gaze to the luminous moon. Its silvery light streamed through the temple’s arches, casting an ethereal glow on the stone floor and illuminating the figures of fellow priests and sacred objects scattered throughout the sanctuary.

[colour=#C21E56]"Please, if that attack truly took place and someone is lost, I pray their souls to find peace at your side."[/colour] As her prayers drifted into the stillness, she rested her hands on her lap, allowing the gravity of the moment to linger in the air around her.

Yet, the tranquillity was pierced by the vibrant chatter nearby. Two women engaged in an animated conversation, one with hair that shimmered like moonlight, the other radiating an energy that drew attention. Their deep discussion sent a ripple of unease through Evelyn, their synergy contrasting sharply with her solitude. She longed to join the world outside, to mingle, to share in the warmth of connection that had eluded her for so long. The memory of an inn flitted through her thoughts—The Eye of the Beholder, its sign barely discernible beneath a blanket of snow. Its friendly warmth and joyous murmur beckoned to her, but at that moment, she faltered, whispering to herself, [colour=#C21E56]"Maybe another time."[/colour]

But as she looked at the two females interacting with one another, Evelyn wanted to go up to them, talk to them. Be sociable outside of her work. But she just sat there watching them. Then turned away. [colour=#C21E56]"No, they look too important to be interacting with someone like me."[/colour] she mumbled before being quiet once more.
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Mentions: Ayel [@Dezuel] Flynn [@The Muse] Ramona [@enmuni] Elara [@Qia]