After a moment, Jaz chuckled, and Ren raised a curious eyebrow to her as he swallowed his bite of food. She was quiet for a beat longer, perhaps lost in thought.
"Our myths say," Jaz finally began, "that Dehaljadrun sang the plants into being when she first created the realm, and we still sing to them, so they might remember what it felt like to be in her presence." Ren slowly took another bite of food, contemplating this as Jaz continued, "And, in pleasure, when we djinn are tangled and twined, it is a song. Some of the elders say it's possible that song is the goddess' truest form."
Ren chewed slowly, digesting what Jaz had to say. Her has had drifted out the window, wistful as she regarded the meadow, and Ren was grateful to feel spacious in formulating his reply. Admittedly, his first reaction was discomfort--he still didn't know how to feel about this goddess of Jaz's--but he tried to move past it. He snagged a little bit on recalling Jaz's song the previous night in this lens, but ultimately he decided that if she'd been calling her goddess in to that experience... then, well, it had felt good. Ren had certainly invited his own goddess into their interactions, perhaps it was only fair. He sighed softly, and this time it was his turn to shake his head at himself, though he wasn't quite in a chuckling mood about it.
Finally, he said, "I sing to myself sometimes, or to the plants I suppose. Sometimes, it feels like a prayer to Veil or Inora, but mostly... mostly I think it's just..." he shrugged, having to search a moment for the word, "...living." His frown perhaps hinted that his wording still felt off, somehow, but he continued on. "I also enjoy singing with others. There are many songs that most folks who frequent the temple know and share in together. In that way, it can feel a bit like a prayer to Sankera, bringing the community together."
Leaving the Djinn
Re: Leaving the Djinn
After a while of sitting with Ren in silence, her stomach clenching as she waited for his reaction, she looked at him as he chewed.
At last, he said, "I sing to myself sometimes, or to the plants I suppose. Sometimes, it feels like a prayer to Veil or Inora, but mostly... mostly I think it's just..." he shrugged, "...living." Jaz's breath caught as her stomach relaxed too quickly, too excitedly. She leaned forward, catching herself on the table. But, Ren was frowning. She couldn't make sense of it. "I also enjoy singing with others. There are many songs that most folks who frequent the temple know and share in together. In that way, it can feel a bit like a prayer to Sankera, bringing the community together."
Jaz's eyelids grew heavy and eventually closed, her body swaying with pleasure as she thought pleasantly of moments during celebrations when all the djinn in the village would sing together.
Breathlessly, Jaz whispered, "Almost as good as touch." She kept her eyes closed for a few more moments, waiting for the aching longing in her body to calm. Suddenly, her stomach was hungry again.
"I'd like to visit the temple on such a day," Jaz told Ren as she opened her eyes, curious what he had noticed of her physical state. She then took her fork and reached gently toward Ren's plate to see if she could manage another bite.
((OOC: Jaz is prepared to be unsuccessful here.))
At last, he said, "I sing to myself sometimes, or to the plants I suppose. Sometimes, it feels like a prayer to Veil or Inora, but mostly... mostly I think it's just..." he shrugged, "...living." Jaz's breath caught as her stomach relaxed too quickly, too excitedly. She leaned forward, catching herself on the table. But, Ren was frowning. She couldn't make sense of it. "I also enjoy singing with others. There are many songs that most folks who frequent the temple know and share in together. In that way, it can feel a bit like a prayer to Sankera, bringing the community together."
Jaz's eyelids grew heavy and eventually closed, her body swaying with pleasure as she thought pleasantly of moments during celebrations when all the djinn in the village would sing together.
Breathlessly, Jaz whispered, "Almost as good as touch." She kept her eyes closed for a few more moments, waiting for the aching longing in her body to calm. Suddenly, her stomach was hungry again.
"I'd like to visit the temple on such a day," Jaz told Ren as she opened her eyes, curious what he had noticed of her physical state. She then took her fork and reached gently toward Ren's plate to see if she could manage another bite.
((OOC: Jaz is prepared to be unsuccessful here.))