(121-04-12) Words for the Warrior
Words for the Warrior
Summary: Brynden attends the sept to say a few words to the Seven.
Date: 12 April 2014
Related: None

The Starry Sept is the seat of the Faith of the Seven. The High Septon resides here, as do any number of clergy who study here or attend him and the faithful. Seven domes and seven towers make up the structure, all of them richly decorated with seven-pointed stars, carved or inlaid or painted, or in mosaics of tiles.

The largest dome, the worship area, is a heptagon like all the others, but much wider. The seven-pointed star is inlaid into the white marble floor in massive slices of highly polished semi-precious stones: amethyst and rosy quartz, jade and lapis, onyx, cat-eye and garnet. The soaring domed roof is painted a deep blue with glittering sparkles of mica mixed in, and hundreds of seven-pointed stars picked out in gold and silver leaf.

Each of the seven walls holds a statue, larger than life, of one of the gods. The Father, The Mother, The Warrior, The Maiden, The Smith, The Crone, The Stranger. They are painted wood, beautifully and realistically carved by artists of great skill. Their gowns and robes are leafed in gold and set with jewels, and their eyes are alabaster and jet, with irises of sapphire or emerald or deep brown citrine. The exception is The Stranger. His or her statue is plain, almost stylized, the face hooded and the robes painted glossy black with minute flecks of black dragonglass that make it glitter very faintly, like the most distant of stars.

There is an ornately carved and inlaid altar before each statue, for the faithful to pray, and light their candles.

It's yet early morning on an auspicious day in Oldtown, and the Sept is positively abuzz with activity. A service dedicated to the history and significance of a Trial of Seven has just concluded, led by Leire and one of her brothers in faith, and the congregants in attendance have begun to scatter, either to socialize outdoors with their peers or to offer prayer at the altars of the Seven. Leire is cordially greeting worshipers and answering their questions, a young acolyte standing at her side holding a silver dish for the purpose of collecting offerings.

Ah, that particular day. Stepping in through the doors a bit slowly now, Brynden looks around a bit carefully as he makes his way further inside. A brief pause as he passes some people he knows, and he offers them a polite nod, before he steps further inside. Looking to the statues for a little while, as if trying to decide which one to step over towards first.

As the crowd disperses and demands on her attention abate, Leire has occasion to notice Brynden standing in pensive contemplation before the seven altars. She approaches him, the acolyte trailing behind, and says, "Welcome. My name is Leire. Might I join you in prayer this morning?" She turns to the child at her side, stooping to offer some whispered instructions that send the child peeling off into the deeper recesses of the sept.

Pausing in his thoughtfulness as he hears that, Brynden looks a bit thoughtful for a few moments longer, before he nods a bit slowly. "If I could only find out where to start," he replies, with a brief smile. "I'm Brynden." Adding his name, a bit absently.

"You're not alone in that sentiment, Brynden," Leire tells him, following his thoughtful gaze as it searches the statues of the Seven. "There are many these past few days feeling a pull to the Seven but perhaps not knowing where best to direct their thoughts. A reflection of the aura of uncertainty that presently shrouds Oldtown, perhaps."

Brynden nods as he hears that, offering a very brief smile. "At least some things will be resolved, one way or the other," he replies a bit quietly, before he lets out a bit of a sigh. "Hopefully in the way I would prefer, but one way or another, it will be resolved."

"Is it perhaps the Warrior you would address today, then?" Leire asks contemplatively, letting her eye wander to the altar where the statue of the Warrior looms over a handful of folk gathered before his image in supplication. "A prayer for courage on behalf of those who champion your cause?" The Septa then turns her eye towards the statue of the Father. "Or a word to the Father, for a just resolution?"

"The Warrior would probably be one of them, yes. To guide my blade, and those of my friends, those that stand accused." Brynden looks around for a few moments, before he adds, "I should probably also make sure to add a prayer that I will not leave my wife without a husband, especially since she is with child."

With a touch to his elbow, Leire guides Brynden towards the Warrior's altar, as good a place to start as any. She retrieves from the Warrior's altar a tiny blade that looks not unlike a letter opener. When she returns with it to Brynden's side, however, it becomes clear that the innocuous blade has quite a sharp point, which she uses to prick the ball of her thumb. A droplet of blood springs forth, and she swipes her thumb across his lips, top to bottom, to anoint them for prayer, thereafter doing the same to her own. When it is done, she lets her solemn gaze pivot from Brynden to the statue that hovers imposingly above. "Mighty Warrior, we come before you, as do so many others, to beseech you to impart your courage and strength upon the champions who shall today seek to prove the justness of their cause. As they unsheathe their blades, may they hear your divine battle call. When they spill blood in the name of righteousness, let it serve as a demonstration of their faith and fealty to you, to the Seven, and to their convictions."

Brynden follows over to the altar, waiting as the Septa prepares for the prayer. Bowing his head a little as he hears the prayer, before looking up to the statue as well. "Mighty Warrior, I ask that your courage and strength guide my blade as I work on protecting my friends, good men all of them, from the accusations that has been made against them. I do not want to take lives out there, but give me the strength to do what I need to do."

Leire closes her hand over the seven-pointed star she wears at her throat, her gray gaze turned reverently toward the image of the Warrior as Brynden completes the prayer. Thereafter she returns the blade to the altar, kissing a final droplet of blood from her thumb and murmuring a few additional words to the Warrior that are too low to be audible. When she returns to Brynden's side, she asks, "Perhaps a word to the Mother, as well?" and begins to lead him toward another altar.

Brynden nods a little as he steps back from the altar, letting out a deep breath. "Led the way," he offers, following after her over towards that particular altar now. Expression turning even more serious, if possible, now.

When they come under the benevolent gaze of the downturned face of the Mother's statue, Leire seems a little more at ease, perhaps the opposite of Brynden, who is more solemn. She doesn't immediately begin her prayer, weighing her words inwardly before choosing the ones to give voice to. This time she prompts Brynden to begin, by simply intoning, "Holy Mother, hear your son."

Staying silent for a few moments, as he looks down, Brynden takes a few deep breaths, before looking up again. "Holy Mother, what I ask, I do not simply ask for my own sake. My wife is with child, and I beg you to help giving me the strength to get through the things to come, so I can be the father the child will need." A brief pause as he considers his words again. "I also ask, should worst come to worse, and I am not meant for this life any longer, you give them both the strength to go on without me." When he finishes, there are tears in his eyes, as he lowers his gaze to the floor again now, taking a few deep breaths again.

When Brynden quiets to collect himself, Leire continues the prayer, lifting her voice to pick up where he left off. "Mother Above, when the time comes for your sons to assemble on the field of battle and judgment to be cast, we pray that you shall provide the voice of compassion among the Seven. Though they be your sons, they are also husbands, fathers and brothers. Each one stands to leave a swath of grief and suffering in their wake should they be cast down. We look to you to keep and hold their fates, as well as those of their loved ones, dear to you on this auspicious day and all the ones to follow."

Brynden remains quiet as he listens to Leire's words, nodding a bit quietly now. His eyes are still on the floor, at the moment.

Leire falls similarly silent, and only after a long pause of shared reflection does she approach the statue of the Mother, laying her head at the icon's feet and kissing them devoutly. When she returns to Brynden's side, she confesses, "I find I lack for words enough these past few days to cover the breadth of emotions this occasion prompts us to come bearing before the Seven." She sounds apologetic.

"It is a sad business," Brynden replies with a quiet nod, looking up again now. "Let us just hope that things will end as well as they can." A brief pause, before he adds, "Many people have come here because of recent events, then?"

The young acolyte who had been serving Leire earlier approaches and whispers something to the Septa, who nods at the child and dismisses her. Turning her attention back to Brynden, she comments, "Indeed. It is my experience that people turn to faith in uncertain times." Watching the acolyte retreat, she says, "I've been reminded that I am wanted upstairs. But before I leave you to your prayer, there is something else." Her tone has turned grave, and she draws nearer to Brynden in order afford privacy to the words that follow.

Brynden pauses for a few moments as he hears that, nodding a little bit at what's said now. "Of course." Waiting to hear what that other matter might be now.

Leire whispers something to Brynden.

Brynden raises an eyebrow as he hears that. "Your brother?" A brief pause, before he nods at the words, "I will do what I can."

An expression of gratitude colors Leire's face, echoed in her tone when she says, "Thank you. I shall leave you now, but keep you in my prayers this long and fateful afternoon." And with that she disappears in the direction the acolyte had left in, toward one of the seven towers of the Sept that lead to the private rooms above.

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