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brave_kreyuThe city is peaceful in the early morning light as she leads Skellig toward her temple. As they wind their way toward the center of the city, it becomes clear that the temple is less a single building than an entire COMPLEX.
Kreyu flushes. "Things just....grew, over time." There is a wall around the outside of the complex, and there IS a gate, but the way the bushes and flowers around the entrance have been placed suggests that the gate hasn't been shut in DECADES.
Painted to stand out on the pale stone are two symbols. One, Skellig has seen before, the mandala that the image of Kreyu he saw the first time he was in the city had. The other is two forearms clasped in greeting, a welcoming gesture throughout this region of the world. In an age when most people can't read, written signs are of little use and images serve instead.
Kreyu flushes. "Things just....grew, over time." There is a wall around the outside of the complex, and there IS a gate, but the way the bushes and flowers around the entrance have been placed suggests that the gate hasn't been shut in DECADES.
Painted to stand out on the pale stone are two symbols. One, Skellig has seen before, the mandala that the image of Kreyu he saw the first time he was in the city had. The other is two forearms clasped in greeting, a welcoming gesture throughout this region of the world. In an age when most people can't read, written signs are of little use and images serve instead.
