Screaming At Inanimate Objects

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"Our dearest Kamirah,

Your Father and I have received word of your little "fling" with the Half-Kathar.

… How long did you intend on keeping this a secret from us?"​

The silence of late evening was shattered by the obnoxious crunch of icy snow underfoot as Kamirah approached the Temple of Baskarr. Twin guardian lions stood vigil at it's entrance, clad in desert-red stone brick and wielding the most decisive weapon of their judgemental silence. The petite, snow-dusted Rakrran paused at their feet. She instinctively rose a hand to grasp for the golden beads that encircled her neck--a nervous tic that had become a rather nasty habit as of recent. As if requesting permission, her soft eyes gradually lifted to meet theirs. The feline statues stared back with ever-white, unblinking pupils, watching carefully her every movement.
"I'm sorry for this…" Kamirah murmured against the thick fabric of her shawl. Before the lions could spring to life and block her path--as Kamirah had read that they sometimes did in the presence of heretics--she placed one boot timidly before the other and shuffled inwards, her soft jade irises downcast to avoid further persecution from the monoliths.

"Miss Naawi,

You are requested at the Golden Willow immediately.

… Don't keep Captain Peirgarten waiting."​

A single statue awaited Kamirah in the central temple chamber: a towering female of feline appearance, carved into glittering night-blue stone and ever-watchful with the same quartz eyes that the guardian lions wore. The young rogue hesitated in the deity's presence, as though she were too filthy, too unworthy to take a step further into her domain. But she had come to the temple with one purpose--and she was determined to fulfill that purpose before she left. Against her innermost anxieties, Kamirah's feet traced the central runner carpet to the foot of the statue, and she gradually lowered herself beneath it's gaze, folding her knees beneath her torso.

It was in this moment that the Rakrran realized that she didn't remember how to pray. Here she knelt, laid bare to the judgement of her supposed deity, and Kamirah hadn't the foggiest idea of how to properly address her. She tried pushing her palms together, but found this action immediately too formal. Soon enough, her fingers returned to trailing the subtle cracks in her golden jewelry, and she supposed this would be the most fitting action for her to undertake. If she would not submit herself enough to remove her much-loved gold pieces, she would at least acknowledge the flaws within them, and perhaps the flaws within herself.

"Why have you abandoned me, Baskarr?" The Rakrran chirped, her high-pitched, broken voice barely above a mouse whisper. The notion of speaking to an entity that by all logic maybe didn't exist was foreign to her, but she found herself with little other option. "My parents raised me to be your child. I thanked you for our blessings every night at the foot of our altar, I kissed every jewel that I stole in your name. Why did you abandon me?"

The looming, midnight-blue statue gave no reply. She didn't dare to look into Baskarr's eyes for what she may find in them at such a close distance. Perhaps she would have been turned to stone.

"... Is it because I'm a Regalian-born? Is this my father's fault, Goddess? Did him succumbing to the Empire-- did that plant a curse in me? Was I doomed from the start?" Kamirah's questions came pouring out, like a single, broken branch that caused a powerful rapid to break through the dam. "I don't know what I did to deserve this. Every day I fought to keep myself, keep my family alive, and what do I have to show for it? A pocketful of coins with no fulfillment, a love who everyone believes I don't deserve, a bounty above my head, and an unkillable monster out to steal my memories. I poured my heart and soul into every damn heist I undertook. I even lowered my my self-pride so much as to start making friends, I--"

The Rakrran paused. Small, glittering orbs of salty liquid had begun to bead up in the corners of her eyes, and she fought desperately to wipe them away before her deity could see. "Is— Is that it? Is it the friends that I made, was that my downfall? They're Elves, Halfbreeds even, but I thought that I could trust them. I thought that casting aside my ego and seeking allies was the right thing to do: to help myself, to assist in our cause. Was I wrong to do so?"

No response. The lack of insight, visions, or divine whispers caused Kamirah to grow impatient, only further aggravated by the weaknesses that her body showed in the face of troublesome emotion. She had come here for answers, and by all means she was going to get them one way or another. With a subtle growl rising from her throat, she unfolded her legs from their kneeled, submissive position and instead sank down onto her rump. From this more casual seated position she found the courage to glare up into Baskarr's quartz, pupil-less eyes, where she held the statue's gaze confidently.

"I-If you want me to be so helpful, so righteous, why don't you bless me?! Kailu gets blessings! Why does he get blessings and I don't?!" She wailed. Her mutterings grew frighteningly audible, filling the main chamber of the temple with raccoon-like screechings in Zcorr. "I deserve to have a happy life just as much as anyone else! I-If you don't show me the way to go, you can't blame me when I go seeking affections from others! You abandoned me, left me for dead, if you had even just spoken to me, maybe I wouldn't have--!" Kamirah's voice broke off through the monologue, as if Baskarr herself had forced her to be silenced. She looked into those emotionless stone eyes then shook her head frantically; the unseen specter was right, her anger was sorely misplaced. She was no saint. The young rogue lowered her tone to a more respectful volume, and her emerald, tear-glazed irises peeled away from the statue once more. "I- I'm sorry, Baskarr, I didn't mean to yell in your house. I'm just confused. I can't figure out what it is I'm doing to offend you: where I went wrong, where I strayed from your path… I suppose what I'm looking for is a sign of what is right."

Just as Kamirah had finished her desperate plea, the Rakrran's ear twitched. A familiar shadow pulled across her vision, looming into view...

"Wh— Wha'?"

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OOC: I felt like my grammar was really lacking in this one, but I wanted to make a lore story to reveal some of Kamirah's thoughts surrounding all the stuff that's happened as of recent, since she's been mostly keeping to herself about it. I forgot to include something about the sun disappearing too since that's pretty important in Varran religion but OH WELL.​