Authors note: Ok, here's chapter 2, I've got to give some thanks to Poiniard for pointing out a key spelling error, the name of the library is in fact the Spirit Soaring, not the Spirit Souring. Don't expect any action to happen for a few chapters, because right now I'm just trying to introduce characters.
Brother Harold's voice rang loud and clear today as he half chanted, half sang the noontime praise. Technically, all priests and priestesses at the Spirit Soaring of either Denier or Oghma were required to attend, but this rule was not at all harshly enforced, as you could most times hear Brother Harold's chanting clearly all throughout the library. That aside a member of the clergy may find that he or she has other business to attend to at that time.
Very often that was the case with Kateyona Sapphire, but not this day, she had no mind for work today, no mind for prayer either really, but she often found that the music helped her to think. So she stood in the back of the cathedral, half leaning against the wall she let her amber-brown hair waft gently against her face as she looked down towards the floor, her hair now hiding her face, and her tears, from the rest of the rest of the congregation.
"It wasn't my fault." She had told her self that a hundred times and probably would a thousand more and still not really believe it. "There was nothing that could be done." She knew it wouldn't do any good to tell herself these things, but she also knew that it should help. After all, in reality it wasn't her fault and there really wasn't anything that she could have done, but that didn't matter to her, she could help but blame herself for what had happened and nothing she or anyone else said could change that. "Priest of Illmater should not be expected to harm themselves, its dangerous and unhealthy both physically and mentally!" This she knew to be the truth, she had thought it for years, it was custom for a priest of Illmater to purposefully injure themselves to show there devotion to their god, It is thought that the more pious a person is the more serious the injury they would inflict, sometimes they would even cut off fingers or even a hand, so day after day she found herself healing at least one of them for some self afflicted wound, but this time it was different. One of the younger, less experienced priest has gotten carried away, had tries to show off. During one of there meetings he took a ceremonial dagger and stabbed himself twice in the stomach. The other priests there had not yet prepared there spells for that day so they carried him to the hospice, but by then he had lost to much blood, had damaged to many organs, he died soon after. Kateyona was the healer on duty at the time, this was nearly a week ago, but no matter how hard she tried, and no matter how many people told her it wasn't her fault, she just couldn't forgive herself.
She woke suddenly from her thoughts when she realized that the chant had stopped, she looked up, surprised to see that the large, open cathedral was now almost void of any people. She brushed her hair to either side and wiped the tears from her face all the while wondering just how long ago the service had ended. Then she took notice to the one other person in the cathedral, a man who was leaning on the wall beside her. His sun bleached Blonde hair ran down over the top half of his face, covering his pale green eyes. She no longer wandered how long it had been but rather how long after it he had arrived, and how long he had been standing there. She walked towards his slowly, stood right next to him and through her arms around him. "Jason" she said through her barely audible crying. "Was the service really that moving today?" he offered hoping to draw a laugh out from under her tears. His attempt succeeded, but only momentarily as she clung all the closer to him afterwards.
Ok, I think this chapter is actually shorter than the last, sorry for that, but I just write it as it comes.
