She walked the road heading out of town moving wide of the of the wagons making their way into the city early this morning. Her white robes had blue trim, not a common sight this part of the world for what it represented. She is a priestess of The Seven, a collective of deity's dedicated to life. Hers was a specific way, a healer with extraordinary gifts. The methods were sometimes questioned just never the results.
The priestess strolled down the road for a little while longer before the wagon traffic and the droppings became too bothersome. Instead she moved towards the river and began to wade in the river along the shore where the current was gentle. Although she moved slower along the banks, there was a tranquility with the flow of the water in the early morning light. Life was still stirring in the morning light and there was a oneness she felt with her gods. She took off her robe and let the sun warm her bare body.
Those fishing in the streams found themselves transfixed by the woman wading in their stream. Red hair blowing in the wind, green eyes and a soft smile entranced all who met her gaze. Her body was firm as one of her faith demands. Part monk, part priestess her long legs were toned after years of training and as your gaze moved up be it a man or woman something carnal stirred. Pale skin was contrasted by a hairless body and the colorful tattoo that caressed her leg, body, breasts and back.
It was tattoo that gave her identity away. The phoenix rising. It's take wrapped around her leg and was made entirely of holy scriptures. As the words flowed up across her breasts they became incantations of healing and curing. The tattoo wrapped itself around her back with the wings spreading out to he should blades and spoke words of power. The head rested on her shoulder with the mouth facing her right ear, whispering ultimate knowledge to her whenever she would listen. Despite the trance they had fallen in, many still found the strength to back away a little although they never let her out of their sight.
Her flock grew as she made her way up the river and soon she began to sing softly. The song touched all and soon her flock began to break apart as each man and woman ran off to be with a lover or a friend. They had such joy in their hearts and their ailments lifted as if nothing more than dust in the air. Her gods saw her and blessed her with a morning rain, light like a kiss unexpected. The sun shone through the clouds keeping the mood light. It wasn't until she finally came to the Keep of the Knights of the Battered Rose that her mood shifted.
She approached the keep bare, noting the bewildered look of the guards with amusement. She paused in front of the closed gates until finally a sergeant appeared to see her. He knew what she was and tried his best not to leer or lust, but to hold his position with honor and greet her with the respect she deserves.
"M'lady, what do the Knights of the Battered Rose owe the pleasure of a priestess of The Seven?" The sergeant bowed low as he spoke.
"I am Ashkari the Winds Wings. I am here to see the Red Line, Sir Pierre."
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