"Your mostly just frames are beautiful," Caden replied gently, although his gaze had landed on the frame she had already filled. The art seemed so Aurellian that his feet took him closer before he made a conscious choice to draw close, heart tightening with how much he missed his home. "And this..."
There was reverence in his quiet voice, just then. He had never been much of one for prayer, not the way the church taught it. For Caden, lips and hands were far better ways to pray than knees and strict rituals. Pinyon, he understood, and he'd danced it a little, as a child. And while he had prayed with Cal a few times, the Church way, Caden still much preferred to pray on his knees in a wholly different manner.
So when he sank gracefully to his knees in front of the art, it wasn't in order to pray. While some of his thoughts soared towards the gods, no ritual words passed his lips. He had moved to his knees to touch a couple of fingertips to the edge of the frame. Home.
Re: Emma & Caden
There was reverence in his quiet voice, just then. He had never been much of one for prayer, not the way the church taught it. For Caden, lips and hands were far better ways to pray than knees and strict rituals. Pinyon, he understood, and he'd danced it a little, as a child. And while he had prayed with Cal a few times, the Church way, Caden still much preferred to pray on his knees in a wholly different manner.
So when he sank gracefully to his knees in front of the art, it wasn't in order to pray. While some of his thoughts soared towards the gods, no ritual words passed his lips. He had moved to his knees to touch a couple of fingertips to the edge of the frame. Home.