An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Friday, 26 July 2019
So there I was enjoying the garden we dedicated to the gods, and I was filling Taven in on events he'd missed with the bronze god Drakon, and the happenings surrounding him, leading to the creation of the garden in what was once the demolished glass building. And I felt the presence of the gods smiling down on me. I may not be a cleric, but that whole situation helped me grow, and proved that one doesn't have to be a cleric to follow the gods and honor them. Though I did not use the blessing they bestowed upon me at that time, because I chose to spend that time with Taven. I knew then that they were pleased by the work I helped create with the gardens I now regularly enjoy, and the knowledge of that filled me with joy.
