Re: Leaving the Djinn
Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2025 2:28 am
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."
"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."