Aolani
The night's symphony was out in full chorus, and the angel was so caught off guard by her companion's voice that she stared at him, mouth slightly agape. His low voice was barely louder than tge sobgs of crickets and frogs that, for just a moment, Aolani thought she might have imagined it. After finally collecting herself, she put on a smile. "My, he does speak!" Aolani said, her laugh clear and sweet as a bell. At least her meditation was over. For now, she could let herself rejoin the outside world and prepare for the following day, no matter how much she wanted to linger and soak in the man's mystique.
It was strange to have a companion during her meditation, and for all his shuffling and grunts, it wasn't at all unpleasant. The company was nice. It was nice to not have to think about the oracle deaths; to just have a moment with some company and have no pressure. No one to calm but herself, no one to focus on but herself. It was a time for the woman to find the strength to be strong for those that needed her now. The life of a priestess was never easy, but She had shed the armor of war for the cloth. It was her burden to bear.
Taking a deep breath and savoring the cool, crisp feeling of the night air as it filled her body, Aolani let the tension of her burden roll away. She rose to her feet, her tall, slender figure not as small as she appeared to be while sitting, and ran her fingers through her rainbow hued hair, shaking the petals free where they were carried away in the breeze.
"I'm afraid our time together has to end now, stranger," she said, glancing back at the man with those dark, unusual eyes, her own sparkling in the light of a thousand fireflies in stark contrast. "I need to return to the temple for nightly prayers, but perhaps tomorrow we can do this again? It was nice to have some company." A radiant smile spread across her face as she made eye contact with him. He was almost magnetic in a way, drawing the angel in. Aolani recognized the feeling of danger around him, ever present, pickling at the back if her neck. But his was a soul needing to find peace, and what sort if priestess would she be if she denied him the chance to find it?
"You don't need to answer. Just show up around the same time and we'll meditate." Aolani gave a short wave in parting as she turned away, her golden heels clicking softly against the stone as she crossed the bridge. Before too long, she was gone, back to the choas that had become her life.
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