Wax Abyss

[ Soraha ] Drop in the Bucket

A/N: Art by me.

Soraha of Hactet stood in his bathroom. He'd just washed his face, and ran a hand through his hair. It slicked back to the touch, a smooth and shiny pale blue. He looked into the silver, half cracked mirror on the wall, heaving a sigh. With the same hand, he ran his delicate looking fingers along his smooth jaw, checking for any blemishes. He looked right at his own face, looking at his freshwater blue skin. It was peculiar where he came from, to be blue. Most people were human and not Genasi. He pursed his lips, staring into his own reflection's eyes. Soraha's eyes were pale blue and shimmery, like pools of water in his head. His hair was pale blue, and felt eternally wet and silky. 

Soraha adjusted the collar of his shirt- it was a dark button up, that was secured into his pants by a leather belt with a golden buckle. The buttons to his shirt, going down his front and on the cuffs, were equally golden. His slacks were pale brown, and were tucked into the boots that reached just under his knee. He sighed, worried.

I will not falter. I will not falter. He told himself. I am courageous. In the name of Mei'Ontra I will preach his word and bring him followers. Soraha splashed the water to his face, one more time, before turning to his side and drying his face. He took a moment to remember why he was here.

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"Soraha, would you mind having a conversation with me in the chapel?" Said the high priest. He word dark robes and a low hat that resembled a beret. He was older, had graying hairs and sunken in, kind eyes. Soraha had agreed, following him to the chapel.

"Sit with me, come." He said, sitting on the front pew and instructing Soraha to sit beside him. He did so in near silence. "Soraha, my child... I need you to do something very important. I need you to be a missionary for me- but it's a cover. In the town of Macartha, one of your fellow brothers has gone missing. Please, find Brother Omaude and bring him home. I know you are calm and without judgement- you will see the issue from every angle."

"Yes, Lord." He said, dipping his head with respect. Truth be told, Soraha did not want to leave the comfort of the church- a place he was safe. In the next few days, Soraha would be prepared for his journey and set off, rather reluctantly.

"I am worried, Lord," Soraha confided. "What if I make a mistake?" The elder simply chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. He then spoke:

"A drop in the bucket, lad. Move on. Persevere."

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Now, Soraha was in Macartha. He'd been investigating for a few days, but now it was time to keep up appearances. He'd leave the hotel soon, getting on his soap box and preach the word of Mei'Ontra. Fear for the people's reaction, he went to the main room of his hotel space to pray. Getting down on his knees, bowing his head, and closing his eyes. He began to pray.

"Oh, honest god, please, grant me the courage to spread your truthful word. It is my first time being your missionary, and I beg for you to make sure things go right. If I find Brother Omaude, that would be swell too, but I am more focused on doing right by you." Soraha waited, patiently. When nothing happened, he sighed and stood up. Brushing off his clothes, he exited the room and walked right to the exit of his room. He'd then found himself exiting the room, sighing and walking down the hallway until he exited the inn.

Soraha wandered the town for a few solid hours, watching the people come and go from various bars, looking for the best place to speak. He soon found an open bar. Most of it's participants were outside. Perfect. He pulled out a stool, stepped up on it, and began to speak.