Within the bailey of the Cathedral of Light, clammers of laughter fluttered through the open air free of the Hellish Rain that had plagued Forwin for the last eight months. Moonlight dripped over the Cathedral of Light, which shone a deep gold under its aimless rays, reflecting hundreds of carriages entering through the crystal lake moat onto the bailey.
Lords and ladies, merchants and scholars aplenty stepped down one after the other, enjoying the glow they'd nearly forgotten. The radiance had been stunning and more than welcoming.
"Goodness," Lady Erri professed, peering down at the lake. "How is it that despite eight months of that grotesque rain, the church's water is so clear? I can even see my reflection."
The noble guests all laughed. "They are the Church of the Sepith!" They'd say moving on. All except Lady Erri.
