The temple district was a sprawling plaza of gardens, statues, and temples, all of which were dwarfed by the colossal Temple Of The Seven which was a key feature that made this city such a tourist attraction.
Pilgrims, architects, painters, historians, sculptors, priests, saints and sinners alike would travel from all over the continent just to bask in its glory.
She led me past it, winking occasionally at a priest, or priestess, who would proceed to cough and splutter, or completely forget what they were doing.
"They're all so serious." She explained. "It's exhausting. My siblings may enjoy it, but it irritates me." She blew a kiss at a group of temple guards, who promptly froze completely still.
"They love the idea of you, Weaver." I said. "The reality is a little overwhelming. It's like they spend all their time looking at a painting of the ocean, without ever standing on the shore."
"And you Master Mage? Are you looking at a painting? Or standing on the shore?"
