"Greetings, followers of peace. Welcome." The elderly woman stood on the altar of the worn temple, her long silvery hair tied up in an intricate bun as she looked from one side of the room to the other, making sure to include every single person present.
"I have gathered you all here today to share with you, the wonderful news passed on to me by our great goddess" she gestured with both hands held together towards the sky, bowing her head slightly in respect before returning her gaze to the people. "As of last night, the goddess has chosen a very special young woman to become her vessel."
Curious gasps filled the room as the congregants looked from one to the other, waiting expectantly for her to continue.
"And in celebration of this wonderful news, today's festivity shall be celebrated by the Blessed Vessel herself" The elderly priestess gestured to the young woman who emerged from side of the temple, her long golden dress flowing with every step as she made her way towards the altar, standing beside the elderly woman who quickly stepped away, allowing the young priestess the space.
The young woman turned to look at the people, a bright smile resting on her lips; a cheerful energy beaming from her as she spoke. "It is such an incredible honour to be here, standing before all of you, allowed the greatest honour of all-" she gestured to the people with her hands before continuing. "I am eternally grateful" She bowed her head, her golden locks glimmering in the soft light as she did.
"Now, let us begin"
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An Arcane Scrapbook Collection
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