Seymour watched the little creatures with curiosity for a moment as they seemed to inspect him, smiling just a little more than usual when they appeared to give their approval. It would seem that only summoners were allowed to view the wall. How fitting.
The maester strolled forward, listening to the familiar sound of the hymn, being sung in his mother's well-known voice. As soon as he stepped into the enclosure, he glanced around for her. There was no mistaking the statue, nor the figure above it, and he immediately sank into a Yevon prayer bow. If he was to keep up this facade and do it well, he would need to bring all the formalities of his world into play.
Pretending sincerity. He was good at that by now.
Seymour held the bow for a moment before he looked up and moved closer to the statue and the fayth above it. His steps were slow, measured, as though he didn't want to scare her away.
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Date: 2009-10-05 08:34 pm (UTC)The maester strolled forward, listening to the familiar sound of the hymn, being sung in his mother's well-known voice. As soon as he stepped into the enclosure, he glanced around for her. There was no mistaking the statue, nor the figure above it, and he immediately sank into a Yevon prayer bow. If he was to keep up this facade and do it well, he would need to bring all the formalities of his world into play.
Pretending sincerity. He was good at that by now.
Seymour held the bow for a moment before he looked up and moved closer to the statue and the fayth above it. His steps were slow, measured, as though he didn't want to scare her away.