A little priestess's writings...

During the quiet and stagnant winter, Aleena would quietly depart New Haven to make a lone ministry travel to meet other like minded people like herself, not necessarily Inilian, but people who generally seeked spiritual and emotional philosophy in their own way... She would paced slowly along a moonlighted path for many miles, a stagnant silence under her hooded robe. Carefully passing marked hunched trees with clawing branches, and familiar dips around logs and stone markers. It was clear it was a path for those who only knew the way.... The leaves have perished long ago and no longer crunch under the feet, making it possible to go unnoticed in travel. After a long while, Aleena saw a hovering blue light behind large pillar stones... she made it. The Pillar Circle... Lowering her hood, her white hair spewed and petitely she proceeded to pass the chiseled pillars that dwarfed her. A symbol resonated in a blue glow on the pillar, a hidden ward marker illuminates giving her safe passage inside... Once there, she stood at the perimeter to see many others congregated quietly. It was here, where many individuals, wearing many different kinds of robes united, a circle of chairs facing each other, different races and ages.. Some were Priests from Sentinel's Reach, Monks of Light from Estador, Maiden Walkers from Charistas of the Woods, Amberskin Elves of Vahanai living among Druids and even lone clerics who are aged and done much philosophy and seeking clarity among others. They were Theologists, gathered every few weeks to have enriching discussion on particular topics. Although it was obvious who served which elder, there was a unspoken agreement not to patronize too much on an elder, but only the topic at hand. As if they all knew that everything extracted from the meeting would benefit the broader audience outside of the circle, it could not enhance any religious doctrine...it had to be as universality acceptable as possible.

Occasionally, civilians appeared. She potted one who kept playing with his hat in his hands. He patiently awaited from the edge.

Civilians were sometimes welcomed to sit among the discussion, but often they awaited for when the meeting was over so they can ask the many monks and priests their personal heartbreaking questions, as it is clear they are suffering from spiritual breakage. Regardless of the many cultures and Theologists, all civilians were always welcomed the same, with patience and many enriching philosphies from different minds, the clarity they desperately seeked. Aleena, scooted in to a seat shyly. Nodding with a smile beside a tall aged brown skinned elven who occasionally scratched his own grayed curly beard. He too gave a promp nod to her while resting his head on a hand and surveyed the many. It was here, that she herself came for her own answers. They all did. Lately, there has been great revelations on their discussions. As they took turns reading from tomes of inspiration, universal doctrines that weren't necessarily Inilian but a universal acceptance. Giving new perspectives, experiences and old quotes from the old lands. It was very culturally enriching, Aleena has been given many suggested book titles and publications that she is eager to submerge in to...