When the young stellar finally came out of the Guino Tailoring door, he began to roll his arms and do squats. His limbs felt like stone, the internal energy seemed stagnant, then used the stretching to try to get it back to run normally.
Along Sindar, said goodbye to tailor and follow by an alley surrounded by houses very to simpler, compared to that were close to the castle. Housewives waved from the windows and a group of four children ran between them.
They came out in an opening that overlooked the side of a larger building. It was ornamented with star designs carved in stone, had thick pillars supporting the front arch where the front door stood, with images of many stars falling from the sky. The young stellar supposed they represented the day of the fall.
A tower in the center rose twice the height of the temple and had a representation of the sun — a round fire star made of gold — at the top. Eastar found it amusing how the shapes of the stars, when only imagined by humans, had become symbols.
A group of men and women dressed with long yellow robes, with raised hoods, opened ram the front door and made a row on both sides of the pillars of the entrance, were with arms crossed and waited while a group leave the hall. The people who saw the stellar pass bowing, and others asked permission to kiss his hands. He was uncomfortable with that, but the princess insisted that he allow.
— This is the temple of the Priests of Light, this is where people come to ask for guidance from the stars. They believe that, by exposing their needs to you, all will be well.
She shrugged and, when the group was already dispersing, continued:
— Behind the tower there is an open space with an altar and several chandeliers, they form a five-pointed star when they are put on fire at night. They say it serves to draw the attention of the stars, and thus their prayers will be answered faster.
— Do they really believe we would go down to handle specific cases like that? Alright, I understand the intention of the chandeliers to get attention... still, I find it very difficult to work.
— I know, and I think they know too, especially the priests.... Oh yeah, they also follow your movements in space as tips on how to go about life, there are several different rules and interpretations. Shooting stars then, make them kneel.
— What would they say if knew that these movements are due to dances and visits between friends?
Sindar laughed and covered her mouth, quickly.
— Really? Dances? — She was trying to hold on. — Please don't tell them that.
— I'm impressed that the stars who passed by here didn't say.
— It's been a long time since there have been any, and I think many must like this idea of being worshiped. — She winked at him and continued: — Maybe some have tried, or maybe this religion was created by one of you, who knows?
Eastar smiled.
— The vast majority shouldn't even know it, or don't care.
A man in a red cloak passed the yellow ones and headed toward them, the group of priests follow him. When they got near Eastar, all knelt down and took off their hoods.
They were all bald men and women with a yellow drawing of a representative five-pointed star on the forehead. The man in the red cloak also had the star, but red. He held out his hands and began to speak, head down.
— My lord, I ask for your blessing for all of us, poor... — He raised his face as he finished speaking, but, to face the young stellar's eyes, stopped, opened his eyes and began to stammer: — Yo-your eyes… they a-are...
— Yes, blue. Everyone always ask me that question. I have parents, they are stellar.
— So you're not Ulmo's son.
Eastar noticed the murmurs behind the man, the priests approaching or turning their faces, remembering what the king had said at the city gates. That didn't seem like a joke. The weather was tense.
— We can say I'm a grandson. — He laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck.
— Yes, yes. — The man in red stood up, was uncomfortable and began to back away. — We have to... prepare the next service...
He bowed and hurried off, the priests following. They entered the temple and the door closed.
— Well, that was weird. Sindar crossed his arms.
— And can you explain it to me?
— I'd say you became a miracle... or a freak.
Eastar stood facing her and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
— Doesn't matter. And I have no idea what goes through their heads. Religions aren't so popular today.
The princess grabbed his arm and took him away. He just accepted and let himself go, though still confused.