A Prayer to the Deities
Hello! I'm very glad to see you all, and really excited that you're actually reading this other drabble! Just letting you know, someone mentioned that Arella is the mother of some empathic girl called Raven in a show called the Teen Titans. I never heard of them before, and the name just sounded nice when I thought of it. No connection at all, capiche?
Fire Lady Katara and Fire Princess Arella inhaled the perfumes of the Water Shrine and the Fire Temple.
Katara passed through the silver doorway. The woman was clad in a plain peach tunic that reached her knees with a pair of white leggings. She was kneeling by the altar of Isuko, the Father of the Ocean and Keyla, the Goddess of the Moon. The divine couple was shown carved in marble and kneeling side by side on an altar covered in beige and white silk and covered in tumbling turquoise flowers that filled the small place of worship with a light, sweet fragrance. This place was located in a wing near the Fire Temple of the royal palace. Katara had asked it to be built so that she could worship her culture's gods and spread their influence in the Fire Nation.
Not many people came here, but a few noblewomen and servants came from time to time to admire the simple beauty of the place and absorb the Water Tribe's culture. Women were particularly drawn to the moon-based and calm religion of Katara's native people.
In the meanwhile, the Arella was unaware of her mother's presence in the nearby chamber. She was too busy admiring her own gods. Her purple eyes widened with wonder as she moved her gaze from Agni, the Lord of the Sun to Zefalli, Keeper of the Divine Flame.
Red and golden flowers and lit black candles covered the altar, and nearby, in a golden dish, heavy incense was being burned. Agni was carved standing in ivory with a bear torso, ebony shoulder-length hair and wearing a splendid golden cloak with elegant scarlet designs on it. The garment was hung over his shoulder and sweeping the floor. The Lord of the Sun also boar a long black rod with a ruby-and-gold flame erupting form the top of it.
Zefalli, in the meanwhile, was standing besides her husband in a sheer, semi-transparent garment colored a pure blood-red shade. The long dress's edge trailed behind the statue in a small train, the neckline was low, and the sleeves started out hugging her shoulders at the top, then billowing outwards to a wide end. Her hands were facing forward, and in her hands, Zefalli was cupping in her palms an elevated three-pronged flame.
Arella had never seen such an awe-inspiring, magnificent place in her life. Being a simple youngster of four years old, she had never set foot in the palace Fire Temple. Father had told her that now that she was big enough, she could come anytime she wanted, as long as she carried herself with respect and dignity, and pray to Agni, Lord of the Sun and Zefalli, Keeper of the Divine Flame. Never had she imagined that in get short life, she had missed out on so much wonder. How many more new exciting things will she discover along in life?
"Arella?" Katara's voice rang through the chamber r
Her daughter jumped "Mother! I'm sorry; I did not know that you were here!"
Katara smiled at the startled youngster" That's all right… Sweetheart, do you want to come here for a moment? I have something I want to show you something special… I asked it to be built when I first came here."
Arella nodded eagerly and skipped besides her mother, holding her hand, as she passed though a silver-lined archway. Her eyes widened once more.
