Post by Vimara Jahnavi on Nov 9, 2017 19:34:25 GMT
The courtyards in the Candra temple were innumerable, the stone pillars that line them even more so, and the people living inside even more than that. Jahnavi felt as if she had wandered inside an anthill, watching the people swarm this way and that, some in groups and some alone, each following their own path to their own ends.
Standing alone in a small courtyard outside the back entrance to the Lunar Goddess's temple, Jahnavi was outside their paths, free from their bustle. Here she stood in the sunrise, her body flowing smoothly through the Surya Namaskar she had learned nearly a decade ago. Her breath moves silently in, rests in her lungs, and is exhaled just as silently. She makes no sound, she hardly exists in the presence of the sun, the absence of humanity. She is part of the sunlight, a manifestation of its energy. She exists, but she too is innumerable--not because she is many, but because she has no number at all.
This is the best part of her day, the freest. If there is no Jahnavi then Jahnavi can have no problems. If she has no problems she has no worries. If she has no worries she has no tension, no hurry, no pain. She is safe. But it cannot last forever.
All too soon she is finished. She breathes a prayer to the Goddess and turns to re-enter the temple, freezing when she sees someone standing in the doorway.
"I know I'm not a devotee of the Lunar Goddess, but I have as much right to be in a courtyard as anyone else," her voice is hard, already arguing before she has even heard the attack she sees coming. She has been attacked too many times before.
Standing alone in a small courtyard outside the back entrance to the Lunar Goddess's temple, Jahnavi was outside their paths, free from their bustle. Here she stood in the sunrise, her body flowing smoothly through the Surya Namaskar she had learned nearly a decade ago. Her breath moves silently in, rests in her lungs, and is exhaled just as silently. She makes no sound, she hardly exists in the presence of the sun, the absence of humanity. She is part of the sunlight, a manifestation of its energy. She exists, but she too is innumerable--not because she is many, but because she has no number at all.
This is the best part of her day, the freest. If there is no Jahnavi then Jahnavi can have no problems. If she has no problems she has no worries. If she has no worries she has no tension, no hurry, no pain. She is safe. But it cannot last forever.
All too soon she is finished. She breathes a prayer to the Goddess and turns to re-enter the temple, freezing when she sees someone standing in the doorway.
"I know I'm not a devotee of the Lunar Goddess, but I have as much right to be in a courtyard as anyone else," her voice is hard, already arguing before she has even heard the attack she sees coming. She has been attacked too many times before.
