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Summer was drawing closer and closer and the different villages around Tendaji were beginning to plan their summer festivals. It was a tradition in Tendaji - to celebrate the Gods every year in the summer when spirits were high and food was at its most abundant.

All the races had their own gods to celebrate, whatever those might have been, and every person had their own feelings one way or the other.

[ What did they mean to you? With the summer fast approaching, it must be somewhere (no matter how small) on everyone’s thoughts. And what are your thoughts on the other culture’s gods? ]


The young man walked through the market, everyone was in full swing preparation mode for the summer festivals. Even though they had multiple festivals every year, everyone still went all out on each and every one. When the consequence was displeasing your gods he guessed going all out for a festival was a much more appealing option. He had a small list of things he was supposed to get at the market; they were all fairly standard things yet because of the festivals he might have a little bit of a harder time finding them. It was why he was out so early in the morning. Usually he would have preferred to have some quiet time by himself while doing some artwork...well, in general, that’s what he would prefer to be doing at any time of the day, not just the morning. Pynar sighed, while he tended to prefer the loner style he had lived like thus far, he did miss his sibling’s company. All of them had found some calling elsewhere which helped his preference for being alone if only he didn’t feel so lonely sometimes. Making friends was something that he always struggled with, even with the help of his siblings. Now that he found himself the last of them still at home and now two new little ones running about Pynar found himself feeling more lost than ever. It was why he didn’t mind doing this chore for his parents. He was hoping he would find something while at the market for his own offering to the gods, mainly Nessat as he viewed the god of judgement as the primary god he observed. Py always had the hardest time making decisions so he often put them in the hands of Nessat. He was always unsure of how much or how little it actually helped him but he’d like to believe that maybe, just a little, some higher power might be on his side and looking out for him. It was a stretch the young hybrid knew, after all, why would a god be worried about some little person like him? A small sigh escaped him, there really was no use in continuously wondering about it. He was sure it was something he would never know. In any case, Pynar figured he would err on the side of caution and make sure to at least make an offering to Nessat.

Slowly he was marking off things from his list. A few times he had to pay a higher price than normal for something that was usually readily available but the young man disliked having to haggle and so he bought it when he could and continued looking when it was priced too high for him to manage with the funds he had been given. Still, he found himself unable to find something for his own offering and while he worried about going home empty handed paying a lot of money for something that might anger the gods wasn’t worth it to him. It did leave him with an idea, however, perhaps he could make something for his offering. He had most basic art supplies back home in his room and he was capable of making something right?At that thought, Pynar suddenly had an idea and turned to race home. Though it wasn’t a long run it was made even shorter as his mind was preoccupied with his idea. If he had to explain it to anyone they would probably call him stupid and ridiculous but perhaps it would be good enough for Nessat. Quickly, he made sure the things he had been sent to get made it to their respective requesters before going to his room and closing the door. Grabbing a sheet of paper he sat down on the floor and began writing some of the things he feared: inadequacy, making the wrong choice, letting down his family. These things were hard to write, they were things he often even rarely admitted to himself but he thought just maybe Nessat would appreciate it. On top of his words, he began to mark over them, to replace them with a self portrait. He thought he had done a good job but who was he to say? Pynar just sat there and stared at his art for a few moments, he could no longer see the fears he had written. He could only see himself. Perhaps that was enough. Perhaps he was enough in the eyes of Nessat. A small smile played on his lips as he went over and lit a small candle and carried it over to the small personal shrine he had set up for Nessat. Saying a small prayer, he folded his art before holding it over the flame and letting the fire catch. As soon as it was burning well, he dropped it into a small metal dish and made sure nothing else caught on fire and had a pot of water in arms reach just in case. ”I’ll do my best, Nessat.” He whispered as the last of the paper turned to blackened ash.

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