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100wordsTitle: Prayers at Last Light
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Ratings: G | Gen
Summary: After a long day of travel, Icarus sits down to pray.
Notes: Also written using the "Religion" prompt from mygenprompt_bingo card. This post is mirrored on my own journal here.
The door of his rented room closed with a satisfying click. From his bag, Icarus retrieved seven candles (worn down to little more than stubs of wax), a half-stick of incense, and a golden censer.
With a word of magic, he lit one of the candles. Rather than do the same with the rest, he used the wavering flame to catch each wick alight in a slow circle. He then pressed the thin rod of styrax to the front-facing candle before placing it in the censer to burn.
Mixed feelings of the memory of home floated up alongside the smoke.
Original
Ratings: G | Gen
Summary: After a long day of travel, Icarus sits down to pray.
Notes: Also written using the "Religion" prompt from my
genprompt_bingo card. This post is mirrored on my own journal here.The door of his rented room closed with a satisfying click. From his bag, Icarus retrieved seven candles (worn down to little more than stubs of wax), a half-stick of incense, and a golden censer.
With a word of magic, he lit one of the candles. Rather than do the same with the rest, he used the wavering flame to catch each wick alight in a slow circle. He then pressed the thin rod of styrax to the front-facing candle before placing it in the censer to burn.
Mixed feelings of the memory of home floated up alongside the smoke.
