Irrohnaghal solo
Irro marched from temple to temple, trying to do her bit by all the Oban gods since she was in Oba for the summer festival. To be frank she was having quite the time keeping track of all of them. They seemed to have a diety for everything, moon, sun, life, fishing, everything! In hindsight her own spirit based religion was downright simple. You worship everything at once passively instead of all this running around and bowing in giant temples. Other people like the alkidike had only one, a physical one, that they could touch if they wanted. What would that be like? Being in the presence of not only a diety but your actual mother, wouldn’t that be fantastic? To think they popped right out of nature in the most beautiful little flowers. It was so sweet it was going to make her teeth rot. It was a dream of hers to be so close to nature, the nature which had never rejected her like her village had. It had welcomed her into its fold another spirit among many but different, unique another point of light, like a little earthbound star. She hummed and swirled her hand in her favorite fountain. Speaking of stars she wondered where that pale boy had gotten off too, he had been hot and coincidentally at Ubeli’s temple. Maybe if she scurried off there she might catch him again. Ubeli was the easiest to remember after all since she associated it with Qora. The name rolled off her lips, “Qora.”
Someone looked at her askance and she blushed. Whoops. Better to stay in the moment, maybe if she did manage to find him again she could forget about him. Apparently the “treasure” was here somewhere in the same compound that he was supposed to be living in..if he hadn’t told her...oh she would be so mad. Of course she had met Dovev and she liked him but knowing the treasure was here all along would have saved her a trip, a sunburn and quite a bit of capital. Oop she was reminding herself of Chi, the goddess of the icelings and the windlings. Odd to think of her here, in this horribly hot place, of course there was still wind here but not the cold biting squall of Bergchi. No this was a hot, sweaty wind ...maybe a brother? Hotchi? She snickered and dunked her head into Ubeli’s pool when no one was looking. Oh that felt so much better, now she could pray to the moon goddess in peace. She liked this one, she represented water and the moon, which was her best friend in Oba. There everynight, a comforting luminous presence. The shifter’s main goddess was Shirin, also of the moon. Where they alike? Ubeli and Shirin? They lived in the same sky, represented the same moon but they were probably not the same. What an odd thought. She knelt before Ubeli and asked that she help find her friend..or whatever Qora would be or was to her. Maybe only Ubeli knew, but Irro felt like there was something more she needed out of him, if just a scolding for letting her wander when he knew that the treasure was here in Jatine... the best city in Oba.

While she was here she still made sure to please her own spiritual needs with imagining new and wonderful spirits in the Oban environs, some less different then her home bound then one might expect, while others appeared to be as night and day, there were a lot less of them in Oba it seemed until one tried to dig in the sand, then so many more living creatures were to be found hiding from the sun's harsh rays only to come out at night to crawl on unsuspecting leaflings. Some of these spirits were enough to disturb one's sleep and Irro always wondered exactly what had set them off at her at some point, was it that she was a leafling or simply due to the fact that she was an earthling and happened to be in their way.

In any case after nights like this she redoubled her prayers to those spirits just in case her behavior towards them had been errant. She knew they were different from those in Tale, but that did not mean that they were less worthy of her respect, gratitude and worship, if that gratitude came in the form of not crawling over her in the star lite darkness of the desert night so much the better for her. She wondered if the Oban's had some secrets to prevent such happenings or if they treated it like a part of the landscape and she should, but she just couldn't quite bring herself not to care having a bit of a dislike for any crawling thing. A poscuta in the daytime was one thing, but a poscuta at night was something else entirely.

She missed the spirits in Tale, if not the people there so much, it seemed to pull on her to return, getting a little stronger everyday. A few more earthlings seemed to trickle into Oba and that helped but she was still lost in a sea of mostly strangers. She missed the trees, and the long swathes of gently blowing grass. Tale was still home, not matter how far its wind had taken her.

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