favorthebold: (Saul in the corner)
[It's a rainy day at Adstringendum, but as the feed clicks on, the heavy fog that has been shrouding the Northwestern riverside appears to have lifted. Saul is just outside his house, kneeling at his Mehregan altar. Though both it and his outfit are far less fancy and decorated than last year, he is just as intent on his prayer, perhaps even more.

It's clear - and not just to the discerning onlooker - that he still is not properly recovered from his run-in with the Kyuubi - still bandaged in places, still stiff and even a little shaky. Not an unexpected fate for someone who heals at a normal human rate and hasn't sought the help of any healer. His hair hasn't been cut in a while and the rain turns it into a damp mane, more brown than golden, falling over his face.

As he finishes his prayer, though, and softly sings his holiday song, there's a subtle change in the weather: a parting of the clouds, and the view is briefly washed in shimmering sunlight. Sail opens one eye, then the other, and smiles. More likely it's just good luck, rather than divine providence; but Saul is a great believer in luck.]
favorthebold: (Oh so pretty)
[The feed clicks on at random to an odd view: just outside of Saul's house, on the grassy riverfront, stands a low table decorated with fresh branches, flowers, fruits and even the occasional sweet. A dish of water with a pair of shining silver coins in it, and a mirror propped up, complete the small shrine - as that's rather obviously what it is. Saul is at the head of the table, kneeling, wearing bright festive clothes that he almost definitely sewed by himself. His head is down, hands on his knees. It's not hard to figure out that he is praying.

After a long minute of silence, he finally raises his head and moves back a little from the table, apparently still not noticing that the PCD is recording. He picks up a cup from the table, drinks it down in one gulp, then sits back, grinning. After another moment, he starts to sing softly in his own language. He isn't very good but not entirely bad.

The feed captures pretty much the whole song, before fading out.]




((OOC: I guess it'd sound a bit like this. Happy equinox, everyone XDDD))
favorthebold: (Saul in the corner)
So this... land, country, city, whatever it is... has no Guardians.

It's not entirely surprising, but what am I supposed to do with it?



Shelter matters more for the time being, proper clothes... it was summer in Hyem, high summer... I've been a poorer exile before. But your food is vile, strange people, if I must eat out of another box or tin I'd rather chew down my boots, and they're almost six years old, those boots.

I can't imagine how you live.


Ho, stone monster! Are you still 'stuck' to some man?

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